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Secrets of the Deep Ch. 01

By: Lady Malachite



Once upon a time, when magic was everywhere and wishes still came true, there was a tribe of women of such distinguished beauty and insatiable lust, that the sun itself stared open-mouthed at them, and the corals turned their heads to listen to their sinful moaning. And because they seldom were seen in anything resembling clothing, they were known in the hearts of all as the nudist sea nymphs, though perhaps other names would have fit.

But this could not have been so very long ago at all, for this was a time of oil wells and cellular phones and buxom lifeguards in bikinis far too small for them, who would sometimes disappear into the ocean never to be seen again.

When the nymphs took a woman, there was nothing to be done of it, or so the stories go. The fire in her loins would not be quenched and she was lost to virtue. She might be caught out of the corner of an eye, engaged in the sluttiest of sexual acts, lustfully swallowing enough cum that was deposited into several women's pussies to fill a large swimming pool, or sitting on the rocks, licking mouthfuls of her own juices off her fingers while tourists with cocks the size of tree trunks walked by, terribly aroused but seemingly unaware as to why.

This was also was about the time that managers of the McKinley oil and fishing company began to hear tales of a vixen named Lena and her nymphs, who were disrupting business in a most un-courteous way. Orgies! Massive orgies that left everyone incapable of work for many days. Engineers dropped their fancy tools and went to work on the nymphs instead. For hours and hours, they would fuck, cocks refusing to go limp for as long as there were lovely nymph breasts to be fondled. Hands, lips and tongues all became sex toy to help the job along. When the screwing stopped, every female on board would just walk off into the ocean, as though dragged by the clit. And so, the oil rigs and the tankers and the fishing boats were always understaffed at the sort of jobs women held: communications, food service, secretarial jobs, boring stuff they really ought not to have troubled themselves with in the first place.

No matter how noble, the women would go, and no matter how frigid, the passions would tremble through them and they would shed their clothing like old skin and dive in head-first to be consumed by the sea. The very waters clutched at their breasts and groins as they swam, their passion warming them against chill of that they had left behind.

And from corporate headquarters, men did come. Men carrying guns, for this was also a time of warheads, hand grenades and automatic weapons, a time of modern warfare. 

And they were all men, for women were not to be trusted on a mission such as this. All were dressed in black, with the letters "S.W.A.T." across their broad chests and strong shoulders. Guns erupted. Bullets penetrated, tore flesh and dug deeper, making the blood trickle and then flow freely, destroying lust and beauty and restoring order and peace to the country and the economy. But was that really right?

Now, you might think this is a tale of feminism, of the power of lust to change lives, or a testimony to the sacrament of nature, but you would be as much wrong as right, for this is a story of the sea nymphs. It is a story of their lusty sins, of catastrophic climaxes, of sinister kisses and dark desires, a story of naughty words that troubled the lips of once innocent maidens. This is the tale of Lena who led a war, fought with lust, of Jasmine, who liked to fuck on her back with her legs thrown high above her. This is the tale of Chastity, who fought without success against her transformation.

But before I can truly begin the tale, there is one more thing that I ought not forget to mention, and it is that a sea nymph is a very different creature from a mermaid or a siren, and is neither destined to sacrifice herself for virtue nor to lull unwitting souls to watery death. When Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection he thought it a nymph staring up at him from the water. So keep that in the corner of your mind while your cocks swell and your pussies moisten, and gaze carefully at your own reflection.

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Chastity was not a princess in the strictest sense of the word, nor was she a miller's daughter, nor an old beggar women, but still, the cool sea breeze insisted on blowing through her brown hair as her own little fairy tale lunged forward, restlessly gasping, practically begging to be told. It was already growing dark on the little beach where she stood looking out to sea. The golden orb of the sun had already fallen below the horizon, but there was still plenty useless time ahead of her. It would be hours before the water receded enough for her to venture to the tide pools. She was here on a summer research program in marine biology, sponsored by the McKinley Company as part of an effort to prove that, contrary to widespread belief, oil spills are good for the environment, a veritable tribute to unbiased corporate interest in public science. 

The weather has become quite chilly and the wind seemed to blow right through Chastity's flesh, chilling her to the bones, completely ignoring her tight blue jeans and preppy fur-trimmed leather jacket. 

What was she doing here, gazing off into the ocean as though searching for something beyond the horizon? She could be back at the hostel, going through her notes, or snuggled up in her soft pink blankets catching some extra z's before a night of field work, instead of standing here, staring into the endless expanse before her.

But she knew it was no good. She had to be here, with the water flowing around her ankles, threatening to snake into her rubber boots. She had to keep watching the waves as they rose and swelled and crashed against the shore. She couldn't tear herself away for the world.

But it really was very cold, and she felt like she ought to eat something. Her body hadn't forgotten hunger in her fear and misery. There was the little hamburger shack a short way inland where she usually ate, and it was positively buzzing with business. She could order herself hot tea and a burger with extra fries, sit herself down and take her time eating. She would still be able to see the ocean from her table. She could see it over the heads of other people. She didn't have to feel alone. Wasn't she just making things more difficult for herself by keeping alone? She should not act like the woman who lived next door to her father, the one who never left home and talked to cats for company. And she really ought to eat something!

She had to admit to herself that Alia was really gone. That she had, in fact, gone mad only two days ago, seduced the officer who was guarding her room, engaged in every kind of degrading sexual act with him, and then made off completely naked in a stolen car, which she drove off the pier into the ocean not far from where Chastity now stood. They sent divers to look for the car, but it was never found. It must have been carried to the depths of the sea by the offshore current.

No, she could not go back to the hamburger shack where she had met Alia, the owner's daughter who had taken her order and delivered it to her table. Not while she still suffered from the terrible illusions. Alia, yelling that she had been gang-raped by women. Alia, ripping off her veil and hospital gown and screaming for help, Alia with the needle in her arm, her brain fogging over as the sedative began to spread through her bloodstream, Alia with her hands between her legs calling the guard to her like a siren, and then bouncing up and down on his cock as though it were a ride at the kiddy carnival.

Not that Chastity had been around for most of that. It was all the gossip that had spread like a plague, tarnishing the reputation of a modest and well-respected young woman. Alia had seemed so beautiful, her hair hidden beneath her jibab headdress. The way the headdress framed her face made her skin seem to glow, as though it had the power to capture the light around it. She was so elegant and regal, the way she stood and walked to Chastity's table. It sent a shiver through Chastity's body to think about it. It was a dark and sinful feeling, accompanied by an awkward tingling in her nether regions that left her feeling breathless and very, very dirty. But what was it? Lust?

She wouldn't let herself answer that. Too much depended on the answer to that question. She couldn't let herself be branded a lesbian. She went to an all-girls' college, she could be expelled.

No, she wouldn't be getting anything to eat at the little hamburger shack, better to forget it all together, to stop acting like a fool and get the hell out of the water. Whoever Alia was to her, she was dead and good riddance. Better to have her buried at sea, to have her gone, away. Far, far away from her.

She was here to study sea life, to probe at sea anemones and gather starfish, like she had done since she was a little girl. Biology was her hobby, something to study before settling down and becoming some man's wife. Was it so wrong for her to be staring at the sea? Perhaps she was subconsciously learning something about the marine environment and the flow of the tides. No need at all to pay attention to that terrible sensation of heat, to the juices that were flowing down her legs. Maybe tomorrow morning, she'd go into town and buy herself an anti-yeast infection ointment, and then the heat and the juices would be gone for good. Wasn't that what they said on those TV infomercials?

She took a step towards the shore. There was a taco stand that she could go to. That ought to kill some time before the low tide. She'd just close her eyes while she passed the hamburger shack, like she did when she had to walk past the open casket at her grandmother's funeral. She could walk right on by without worrying. She wouldn't consider for the hundredth time what it must have felt like for Alia to be raped by women, what would it have been like to feel another women's mouth on hers, to feel the unwanted touch on her most sensitive regions, to feel the horrible abandonment of not being able to do anything to change her circumstances. Was it even possible? Chastity had thought all rapists were men. Surely no woman could do such a thing! Alia must have gone mad.

She took another step, keeping her legs pressed together. "Out of the water, out of the water. I'm not going to dive in to my death. I have too much to live for. Forget Alia, forget her. She didn't even exist in the first place. Forget the light on her face, forget the hysteria, the death so passionate it could only belong in an Edgar Alan Poe poem. Forget the waves consuming her body. Forget the stains of cum on her hospital bed." 

She's gone, and it is to be as though she never existed in the first place.

The taco stand was nearly abandoned. Alia's death had given the nearby hamburger place a morbid thrill that sent tourists scuttling to shell out money for an overcooked patty on a slightly sandy bun. The cook made several passes at her, which she excepted gracefully. He was far too poor to be date material, but his compliments made her feel very beautiful and feminine and she had a very hard time convincing herself not to give him her phone number. But good Catholic women didn't do things like that!

She ate her food and left, taking her equipment with her. She had a thick pair of gloves and a set of flasks and plastic trays for water and specimen samples. She was walking the short distance to the tide pools when she heard a noise, and couldn't help but look towards the water. 

It was incredible!

A woman with long black hair was riding naked on the back of a dolphin. Her body arched back in ecstasy, clutching oh so exquisitely at her bare breasts. How incredibly dream-like! Dolphins didn't usually come this far inland. Not to mention the rider! It was like an erotic, black-haired version of the birth of Venus. The woman's hair fell around her face like a veil, and Chastity recognized her to be Alia, who winked and blew her a merry kiss.

Chastity felt a uncontrollable urge to call out to her, but the moment Chastity began to say the name, the vision was gone, vanished back into the sea.

Chastity shook her head. She had to get more sleep if she was beginning to see things. It must be the stress. She's been getting this way after her grandmother's passing.

She walked on towards the tide pools. A couple was lying intertwined on the beach. Chastity could tell by the noises that they were making love. She had to step into the water to get around them, as she tried not to think about what they were doing.

The woman seemed to look up at her as she passed, and Chastity could almost swear she licked her lips. Chastity quickened her pace. Why did everyone think that sex on the beach was so romantic? It was disgusting! Think of all that sand! She could almost feel it wedging into her pussy, rubbing her raw as she walked.

There were other people, three of them sitting among the rocks of the tide pool. She could see that much a distance. There were a few of other girls in this town from other colleges, who were also sent here on a desperate mission to prove the long-term environmental benefits of offshore drilling. Perhaps they had chosen the same night as her to examine tide pool life.

Wait a minute! It was hard to tell by the moonlight, but they seemed to be naked! On my word! They were! Chastity caught a glimpse of a nipple as she moved closer.

What was this some sorority's rite of passage? Or were these pagans, out to celebrate some terrible fertility rite? People like that ought to be shot, she had thought once or twice before her conscience caught up to her.

She saw a woman with long, blond hair pull a tendril off a sea anemone and begin rubbing it around her nipples.

Chastity winced. All nideria have stingers as a mechanism for self defense and to help capture prey. That's why Chastity had the gloves, so she could handle the plant-like creatures without getting stung. 

She could feel her own nipples begin to tingle and harden and the burning in her loins grew stronger. She couldn't watch this. It was sinful, and yet she couldn't tear herself away. Look away, look at anything else, even the sea, just don't look at that sinful woman, she told herself, her heart pounding. But her neck muscles refused to be an instrument of her will. Instead, she came closer.

The naked blond women's eyes rolled back and she let out a slutty cry, moving her legs apart so that Chastity could see all the way into her, so that she could see the juices that flowed freely from the woman's aroused body.

Why was she doing something rubbing the sea anemone against her nipple? Was it true that some women liked the feeling of pain? Chastity had heard of fetishes, had even seen pictures of women with nipple clamps on the covers of dirty magazines at the seedy little convenience store, where her brother liked to go to buy cigarettes.

A second woman, a redhead, moved closer to her friend and, placing her head between her open legs, drove her tongue deep inside the other woman's pussy.

Chastity took a step back and braced herself. She could hardly believe what was going on in front of her. It was so vile, yet so sublime. Her loins burned like crazy. Oh, she wished she had the ointment now! What she wouldn't do to spread it across her fingers and apply it to the affected area, the part of her body that corresponded to the region between the blond women's legs that was being so expertly eaten by redhead.

The third woman clutched at the blond women's breasts, rubbing her bare cunt against the woman's back.

Oh, it was too much! Far too much! She ought not be watching this. She ought to leave. So what if she missed a day of observation? She couldn't stand the fire in her loins. Oh, why wouldn't it go away?

Would anyone marry her after the sight that she had just witnessed? Oh! And why, even now, could she not control herself? Why didn't she look away. Why did the passionate kisses make her lips ache to be touched? Why did it seem as though she could feel every sensation, every little pressure of lips against skin?

Oh, why did they torment her by fencing with their tongues? Couldn't they see how disgusting it was? Why did they have to clutch so at their breasts and nipples? Why did the juices flow from their pussies? It was too terrible.

She found her own hand reaching into her pants, rubbing herself though her white cotton undies, but then tore her hand away as though it were on fire. Her pussy ached and begged her to continue stroking it.

The moaning began to grow louder, and Chastity realized that the sinister women had made a circle so they could all lick at each other at once. 

All at once, Chastity tore herself away and ran. She ran as though her life depended on it. And all the time she thought, "raped by three women, raped by three women."

It still pounded in her head as she climbed the stairs of the youth hostel. Her legs felt like they were made out of rubber and she could hardly move them, even as they carried her onward.

"I could use a day off," Chastity told herself. "I deserve a day off," she told herself as she stripped off her pants and folded them on a nearby chair. "I've lost a friend, and in such an awful manner, insanity." She hung up her coat and stripped off her shirt and bra, extricating her white night gown out from underneath the pillow of her carefully made bed and throwing it on over head. Only when she was completely covered did she remove her cotton panties.

They were all wet and smelled funny. It must be a yeast infection! She really would have to go to the drug store tomorrow and pick up an ointment. She wrote a little discrete reminder on the note pad by her bed (YI drugstore buy cream) and changed into a clean pair of underwear. It wouldn't do not to have them. There were men at this hostel. And what if there was a fire in the middle of the night and she had to run outside?

Chastity pulled the covers back and crawled into bed, picking up her book and reading glasses from the bedside table.

She was reading a paperback novel called "Lusting for Baby," in which the barren protagonist was having feverish sex with her husband of three years in order to fulfill her lifetime dream of becoming a mother. The man had climbed on top of his wife, put his "thing" in her and was thrusting in and out, grunting softly as his wife moaned in satisfaction.

Chastity spread her legs apart ever so slightly. She would not push back the sheets. She would not touch herself where only her future husband could touch her. It was sinful. 

She threw the book against the wall. Why the devil was she reading such filth? She really must be a pervert.

She heard the door begin to open and sat up straight. How did she forget to lock the door? Someone could come in and rape her, and it would be all her fault. She ought to be more observant.

Chastity shot up and crossed herself. It was the blond-haired woman! The one from the tide pools, who then had another woman's head between her legs.

And the slut stood in her bedroom, completely naked!

Chastity clutched her blanket over her breast, as though it were a man that had walked in on her.

"What in heaven's name are you doing here? Get away!" Chastity said, in as even a voice as she could muster. "This is my room, I don't recall inviting you. And it's very rude for you to be so very naked," she added.

The woman laughed.

"Why should I leave? I can smell your horniness from here. Don't you want me to come and do something about it? I can take you away from this shithole to some place where you can actually do something with your life."

Chastity gasped. The whore had said a dirty word. She must be a terrible, terrible woman.


Secrets of the Deep Ch. 01



"No, go away, I want nothing from you," Chastity nearly screamed. "I'm not the kind of woman you expect me to be. Get away, leave me to my bed. It's bad enough you scared me away from my research tonight, you don't have to keep following me like some sort of stalker. If you don't go right now, I'm going to call the police."

The woman laughed and laughed, and Chastity grew angry.

"Go away right now and never ever come back!" Chastity cried.

"You crack me up," the woman said, extending her hand. Completely despite herself, Chastity shook it as though it were normal to make acquaintance of naked women in one's bedroom.

The sounds of a spring mattress creaking upstairs started, and Chastity blushed and clutched the bed sheet tighter, dropping the woman's hand as though it were a poisonous snake.

"Call me Lena," the woman said, looking Chastity in the eyes as though they were having a staring contest. "I am a collector of beautiful and talented women. And I've come to collect you."

"You can't have me!" Chastity exclaimed, taking a step back towards the window. "I won't be part of any collection. I'm a woman of virtue."

Lena stepped forward and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her tongue slid into her, teasing Chastity's mouth open and dancing around inside, meeting her partner's tongue and coaxing it to life. Quite despite herself, Chastity moaned. It felt so good, so wonderful. How could it be so wrong? She felt like this was what she always needed, always wanted.

But no, it was wrong. It was very, very wrong.

Chastity kneed Lena in the groin and took another step backward so that her body was pressed against the window.

"I'm not going to give in to you!" she exclaimed. "I'm not."

"You're just making things difficult for yourself. What do you really have that's so wonderful? You're going to come with me eventually, whether you want to or not, so I think you'd better just give in before you get yourself in trouble."

She walked forward so that her hard nipples brushed across the mound of Chastity's breasts, making Chastity's nipples instantly harden.

Chastity back-elbowed the glass, causing it to shatter around her ankles, reflecting her face beautifully. But she didn't look down, so she didn't notice. She sprang out the window like a wild woman, landing on the metal fire escape, which she quickly descended, jumping the last six feet and sprinting towards the ocean.

Lena just looked down and laughed, and then she shook her head and picked up the romance novel Chastity had been reading. She sat on the bed and spread her legs far apart and began fingering her own clit as she read about the horny couple trying to make a baby.

Chastity was out of breath when she made it to the sea. It was already too late to visit the tide pools. The sea was creeping closer and closer. She ought to be careful.

What should she do now? She couldn't go back to the hostel. The idea was preposterous. And in her hurry to get away, she hadn't thought to bring her wallet. With Alia gone, she didn't really have any friends. Maybe she should go to the police.

And tell them what? That a naked woman walked into her bedroom and tried to rape and kidnap her? Didn't Alia say something similar to the police before they had her hospitalized and sedated? Trying to get help would be a sure trip to the loony bin!

Chastity moved to look back at the sea and felt the tears welling in her eyes. "Oh, what should I do?" she asked no one in particular.

She half expected to see the woman on the dolphin again, to see her look up at her and wink like she had before and tell her everything was going to be all right. But the woman on the dolphin did not appear. Chastity strained her eyes real hard, but still nothing. She concentrated, tried to visualize it, to create the shape of the woman out of the air. But nothing happened.

That was the problem with being crazy. You couldn't make it happen at will. She fell into the sand and wanted to sleep. But she knew she had to get away from the water. The tide was coming in. It was dangerous to sleep so nearby. She could drown before she even woke up. It took only a few inches of water for a sleeping person to drown, after all.

Slowly but surely, she carried her body inland towards the hamburger shack. And then, she suddenly collapsed and didn't wake until morning. 

It was Alia's father that nudged her awake in the morning, and when she saw him, Chastity nearly broke into tears. She had to resist the urge to hug him.

Nearby, a tall black woman sat, wearing nothing but gold chains and a large green emerald pendant. She was eating a hamburger and looked down at Chastity as though she were an amusing curiosity, or maybe it was as though she had just noticed that she had stepped in dog doo. It was sort of hard to tell the difference.

She jerked her head and said simply, "Persephone."

"Is that her name?" Chastity wondered. She nodded amiably and tried to look away, but found herself mesmerized. Persephone, if that's what her name was, had breasts the size of water balloons. It was hard to believe they were real. 

Chastity stood up and closed her mouth. She hadn't realized that it had been hanging open. What was her friend's father doing, letting such a woman eat at his restaurant, even if she was a paying customer? What of his sense of propriety?

"Lena said you met Maria and Jasmine last night," Persephone said, between big bites of her hamburger. "So I thought I ought to introduce myself."

"Go away!" Chastity spat. She wanted to scream. Raped by three women, raped by three women!

She ran. Her feet were moving by themselves, almost ignoring her brain entirely. She had to get away, she just had to get away from here. She had to get these women to leave her alone. Maybe if she went home, they would let her be.

She thought of the little suburb where she had been born and raised. She thought of sleeping in her old princess canopy bed. Yes! She had to go. She had to run. 

She bumped into the black-haired woman she'd seen by the tide pools last night. Startled, she nearly scratched the woman's eyes out, but the stranger caught her hands.

"That's why I don't like the McKinley bitches. They're so damn coy. Reminds me of how I used to be," the woman spoke, still not dropping Chastity's wrists. "Come with me, little princess. I promise to make everything better."

Chastity kicked the woman really hard in the groin. She didn't have balls, so it wasn't as effective as it would be if she had been a man, but it still hurt, and the black-haired woman dropped her hands. Chastity ran.

"Bitch!" the woman spat. "Why the hell do you have to make it so difficult for yourself? You know you're going to give in sooner or later!"

"Relax," Chastity heard another voice say mildly and her feet buckled underneath her. She fell to the ground. Her heart still raced and her panted to catch her breath, but her mind was unusually calm and clear.

Lena knelt down beside her and offered Chastity her hand, which she took despite herself.

"I'm sorry I treated you so badly last night. You were so aroused, I had trouble controlling myself. It's been a while since I courted a woman such as yourself."

"No. You're the women who attacked Alia! I know you are. She said told the police that she had been raped by three women."

"And I suppose you're claiming that the two of you are completely alike."

"I never said that!" Chastity protested. "You're just trying to skirt the issue."

"Ugh. More sex, less talk!" Jasmine complained, finally catching up with them. "Shall I just eat her pussy till she comes and have it done with?"

"Oh, go grab a dildo and fuck yourself with it," Lena replied off-handedly. "There's no reason for you to be such a bitch."

"Do you have to keep swearing? It makes me very uncomfortable," Chastity said politely.

"Sorry dear, we fuck like whores and we swear like ones. I'm afraid it's part of being a sea nymph."

"A sea... nymph..." Chastity said her eyes narrowing. "Oh. I see, you all come from a magical kingdom under the sea."

Lena and Jasmine shrugged. "Well, sort of."

"You're nuts! I'm getting out of here."

"Wait," she heard a voice behind her call, and she stopped and turned, her heart pounding. She could hardly believe her ears.

"Alia!" she gasped. For the woman was Alia, not how she had been when she had worked at the hamburger shack, with her hair hidden, in conservative clothing that had seemed so burdensome in the summer heat, but Alia as she had spied her yesterday, naked, with her hair unbound, her body moving as though she was well acquainted with pleasure.

"Alia!" Chastity cried again, tears actually beginning to roll down her cheeks. "No, you're supposed to be dead!" She ran into her friend's arms, and Alia held her. Although they were the exact same height, it felt like being embraced by a male lover. Chastity's breasts rubbed against Alia's bare nipples and her head bent down to rest on Alia's shoulder.

Lena reached around Chastity and kissed Alia roughly on the lips. Alia's mouth opened to make the kiss deeper, and Chastity heard her friend moan in pleasure.

Chastity's loins reacted and the fire that had been haunting her came back to in full force, so that her feet nearly buckled from under her with the shock of the sensation.

"Oh Alia... Alia!" she moaned into her friend's shoulder. "You don't know the trouble you've put me through." She could feel Lena's bare breasts on her back, pushing her deeper and deeper against Alia.

Chastity felt so warm, so loved, so safe. Her mouth moved against Alia's collarbone and her lips opened as she moaned in pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Chastity," Alia said. And Chastity remembered. Raped by three women. She tried to move even closer, but there was nowhere to go. They were already as close as two bodies could get. She thought of Alia's body on a hospital bed, naked and sedated. Alia fucking the hospital guard. Alia driving the car into the ocean. Tears rolled down her face.

"This is a dream. You can't be real. I'm going to wake up and you will be gone again. You will have left me, again."

Alia pushed her away and reached between her legs, pulling forth a string of sticky pussy juice, which glistened like gemstones on the sun light. Alia put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them, obviously enjoying the taste of her own pussy.

"I'm always like this, Chastity, but I'm very much alive. Do you think I can live on the surface like this? Do you think I can put back on clothing and work at my father's hamburger shack? Of course I can't. It seems odd that I ever wanted to, and yet I cried when I found out I couldn't stop fingering myself, that I wanted to start saying words like 'fuck' and 'bitch', that I needed to fuck men and women as much as I needed to breathe the air."

Chastity stared at her friend, open-mouthed and flabbergasted. Alia laughed.

"It's really not as bad as it sounds. The orgasms are incredible, and now I have a family that really gives me something to work towards. We're trying to shut down the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company. Surely you've heard the rumors!

"I have," Chastity said quietly. Raped by three women, raped by three women.

"It was me who asked Lena to find you." Alia said. "I didn't want to leave you behind. Everyone else, okay, but I couldn't stand to leave you. Please, please say you want to come. Say you still need me. I'll show you the ropes. I'll be the one to bring you over, I promise. It will be fun. Better than anything you've experienced in your life up till now."

"How could I? Alia, how could you even ask me to after all you've been though? How could you ask me to leave my father, my research, my God!"

"We're at war, Chastity! We need you! You know how that evil company has been using a combination of bribing senators and clever PR to get away with destroying the oceans! You must join us."

"Oh, but I can't!" Chastity protested.

"I'll give you a day to consider it," Alia said quietly. "Tonight, I'll be in your bedroom. Come to the recruitment orgy we're throwing at midnight. We're going to be initiating five or six women. Please, you've got to come and watch, and if you like what you see, you can stay. That's all, no strings attached. Promise me, Chastity. Promise me you'll come. You were my best friend. Please."

"I promise. I'll come," Chastity said, holding her chest in tightly to control herself. "I'll come and I'll watch. And then we'll say goodbye."

Alia went to kiss Chastity on the lips, but her friend moved her face so that the kiss landed on her cheek instead.

"Tonight," Alia said as Chastity ran back to her dorm room.

Lena reappeared as if out of nowhere and approached Alia.

"Do you really think she'll be there?" Lena asked, her long blond hair blowing in the gentle sea wind.

"Yes," Alia replied calmly. "When I was human, she was all I had to believe in."

Chastity bent over panting at the front door of her hostel. Never before did she have so many contradicting emotions dwelling inside of her at once. She was both happy that Alia was a live and terrified of what she had become, of what Alia wanted her to become.

She thought of Lena in her bedroom last night, of her breasts rubbing shamelessly against her own through the material of her nightgown, and Alia's doing the same only a few hours later. The thought chilled her to the bone, like the sea breeze, and at the same time seemed to fill her body with warmth. Oh, it was so confusing!

Alia's touch had felt so ungodly good on her skin. So shamelessly good. She was willing to give almost anything to be touched like that again, and knowing that frightened her.

She thought of the pussy juice on Alia's hand and the way she had sucked it off so seductively. It almost made her want a taste. Oh, how her pussy burned.

Raped by three women, raped by three women.

She had to get away! She had to run back home. Maybe if she crawled into the princess canopy bed and threw the sheets over her head she would be safe, like when she was a little girl and hid from the monster that lived in the closet.

She wouldn't keep her word to Alia. She couldn't, it was too dangerous. Her heart was beginning to shift, she couldn't take the chance. She had too much to lose.

Chastity walked up the stairs to her dorm room, feeling strangely animated. But she was shocked when she opened her bedroom door. The window had been repaired. It was like last night had never happened.

Secretly, she had been terrified to return the hostel after doing something so apparently meaninglessly destructive as breaking her bedroom window. And now, the sin has been erased. She wanted to cry for joy.

Chastity stripped off her nightgown and white cotton underwear and took a long, hot shower. She felt particularly dirty on the breasts and between the legs, and took her time lathering soap on those regions. Hygiene was very important after all, especially if you thought you had an infection.

The towel felt so soft and fluffy against her skin that Chastity thought longingly of taking a nap, but she wouldn't let herself rest. She couldn't relax. She needed to keep her guard up. She needed to make preparations to leave this place. She needed to get a plane ticket. She had to run. There was just no other way to save herself.

She picked up the bedroom phone and called her father's office using her calling card. Why were there so many damn numbers, she wondered in irritation as she entered the wrong password three times, each time having to hang up and try again. 

"Papa!" she choked into the telephone. "Papa! I want to go home early. Something bad has happened and I don't want to stay here anymore."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" her father asked suspiciously.

"No, of course not! Nothing like that," Chastity replied. "It's just that -"

"And your project's going well? You've been working hard haven't you?"

"Yes, of course. I probably have the makings of good paper when I get back to the university next quarter."

"Good. I'd like to see my little girl's name on a real-life research paper," her father laughed happily.

"But Papa, I can't stay. I really can't. One of my friends has gone missing and now she's hanging out with some bad people, and I don't want to get involved in it."

"I know you better than that. You're a good girl, Chastity, and you know how to take care of yourself. I trust you not to get involved in anything you can't handle."

And a moment ago he thought I was pregnant, Chastity thought, but she didn't say it out loud. She knew better than to contradict her father.

"You've gotten sort of quiet," her father interjected.

"Daddy, I want to go home," Chastity said, nearly in tears.

"Okay, it's normal to be homesick, precious, but believe me, you're going to be all right. You've made a contract with these people. You need to be a responsible young woman and keep it."

For a horrible moment, Chastity thought her father knew about the nymphs, and her heart pounded in her chest. But then she realized that her father was of course referring to the McKinley company, which was sponsoring her scholarship.

"Yes, of course," Chastity said. Her hand slipped slightly off the phone. "Papa, I think I'm going to go now and take a nap. I need to be at the tide pools by midnight."

"Well, I hope I helped," her father replied nobly. "Feel free to call me any time. That's why you've got the calling card."

"Of course. Bye," Chastity said, hanging up the phone. She had the sinking suspicion that she might never go home again, that something had changed in her completely and things would never be the same again. She'd never be the same again.

Every tear she has been saving for her entire life seemed to stream from her eyes, and she cried herself to sleep.

It was night when she woke up, to the most interesting sensation in the world. Alia was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingering Chastity's pussy. 

Chastity moaned.

"Oh, stop that!" she said, quickly recovering herself. "You shouldn't do things like that!"

Alia laughed. 

"Perhaps. But it feels so good, I've learned not to care," she giggled, licking her fingers clean. "Besides, your pussy really tastes good."

Chastity hugged her friend. "I'm never going to get over seeing you again, Alia, everyone thought you were dead."

"I'm not sure that I'm not," Alia said, shrugging her shoulders. "I feel like I've died and gone to Heaven."

"How can you say that?" Chastity interjected. "How can you go to Heaven after all that?"

Alia laughed again.

"The way I see it, that doesn't matter so much, since I'm immortal."

"Immortal?" Chastity said, with a little gasp.

"Yep, the way Lena says it, unless someone cuts out my heart and eats it, I won't die. Won't even age." Alia turned and stared at Chastity with an oddly serious expression on her face.

"I tried to slit my wrists, you know, when I first went into the water, when I realized there was no return. But the wounds healed themselves immediately." She held up her wrist to Chastity. "See? Not even a scar."

"Suicide!" Chastity gasped. Her own mother had committed suicide when she was a little girl. Chastity wasn't supposed to remember or know about it, but she did. 

"It was stupid," Alia said quickly. "I felt so sinful, I couldn't take it. But after a couple thousand orgasms, I was convinced. This is the life for me, Chastity, and it's the life for you too."

"How can you be so certain?" Chastity said. "Alia, it's not up to you to decide what's best for me."

"Right," Alia said, beginning to sound irritated. "Your research sponsors, your father, it's all right for them to tell you what to do, because they're men with money. But me, I don't have any right at all. I'm just a nymph offering you immortality. It would be crazy for you to listen to a word I say! So why don't you just pack up your bags and go back to your daddy."




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 01



Tears began welling up in Chastity's eyes. Alia shrugged and started playing with herself, spreading her pussy lips far apart and thrusting practically her whole fist into herself.

"My word, do you have to do that?" Chastity said, her voice husky with tears and uncontrollable horniness. Her pussy burned with pent-up desire.

"I do," Alia said evenly. "You take forever to talk to, and I can't be without sex for long, it's... Well, let's just say it's very unpleasant."

Alia rubbed naughty, sinful little circles around her clit with the hand in her pussy and licked her own right breast lustfully, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chastity moaned. "No, no! You're beginning to arouse me. I didn't know that women could..."

"Get aroused? Fuck themselves?" Alia asked evilly, licking her fist clean, her tongue rasping out like a serpent's. 

"Oh, how you torment me!" Chastity moaned, spreading her legs just a little.

"Oh, open them further!" Alia moaned, returning her hand to her pussy and pumping away as though her life depended on it. "Let me see that juicy pussy of yours. Let me see your red, velvety interior. Oh, I want to fuck you so badly!"

Chastity blushed and ever-so-slightly spread her legs apart. But her pussy was covered by her white cotton underwear, which had a big wet spot between her legs, where her juices had leaked into them.

"Oh!" Alia whimpered. "Oh please let me touch! I promise I'll be good. Just through the underwear. Oh, please."

"I couldn't!" Chastity pleaded. "Please don't ask me such things."

But Alia had already moved closer and pressed her fingers against the wet spot.

Chastity moaned very loudly. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped and covered her mouth quickly. "Oh, I didn't mean to swear. I'm sorry."

"I want to touch it again," Alia gasped. "Please, I want you to tell me it's okay this time."

Chastity bit her lip and nodded. "Please, I'd like that." Her face was completely flushed and her limbs were beginning to tremble.

Alia leaned closer and inhaled the scent of her friend's pussy. It was intoxicating to her. If only she could have this pussy whenever she wanted it! She could spend a lifetime savoring its flavor and another simply searching for the best way to pleasure it. 

Alia took out her tongue and ran it along the cotton. If she licked Chastity's pussy directly, Chastity would begin to change, to cling to her unrelentingly until she came, and the transformation would be complete. It felt like tempting the line of life and death, licking the sweet juices through her underwear. It was like circling the head of a cock around the entrance to a virgin's pussy, so sweetly sinful.

She hooked her fingers under the elastic of Chastity's underwear and felt Chastity's hard brown public hair, which was wet with juices and perspiration. 

Chastity whimpered when her friend touched her like that, but she didn't tell her to stop. She didn't draw away. Instead, her hips rocked forward in her desire, pushing her friend's fingers through the forest of her curly hair and into the slit of her pussy.

Chastity gasped and began to rock, her whole body convulsing in pleasure. Juice began to squirt from her pussy, almost spraying her friend in the face. Alia quickly placed three of her fingers into Chastity's pussy and began to pump them in and out frantically, to make her friend's orgasm stronger. 

She placed her own pussy over Chastity's mouth, and as Chastity writhed in orgasm, her tongue snaked into Alia's pussy, quickly bringing the nymph to orgasm, filling Chastity's mouth with her friend's juices, making her choke slightly as she tried to swallow as much as she could.

Alia kissed Chastity on the lips, eating quite a bit of her own juices from her mouth while she explored every crevice of her friend's orifice with her tongue.

"Oh! Oh! That felt so good." Chastity moaned as Alia's lips released her mouth from their grasp and began to suck the life out of her hard nipples.

"Oh no, please! I... I need more." Chastity said, pushing at her friend's head to get it between her legs. "Oh please, please pleasure me! I've never felt anything like it my life."

Alia didn't need to remind her friend what would happen if she began to lick her pussy. But still she didn't feel right doing it this way. She had promised to take her to the welcoming orgy. She could wait until then to initiate her.

She licked the mount of public hair on the outer lip of Chastity's pussy, tugging at the shafts of hair slightly to make her horny friend squirm while she teased her.

She pushed a finger into Chastity's sensitive pussy, feeling the intense heat and moisture and soaking it up. Her own pussy was so wet that she was beginning to leave a slime trail on Chastity's clean bedspread.

"Oh, I want to come again! Please... Please, you've got to make me come. I feel like I'll die if I don't come again."

"Not right now. We're already fashionably late for the orgy. Come on, it will be great. You'll be begging me to initiate you after you've been fucked properly a few times."

"Oh! But what if I get pregnant or get an STD?" Chastity said, stroking her pussy desperately. 

"Come on! This is a magical event, you don't have to worry about consequences. Everything's wiped clean once the fucking stops. Wait a minute, I've got something to help you control yourself until then," she added, holding up a can of hairspray. 

"What's that for? Are you going to style my hair?" Chastity asked, feeling very nervous.

"Hell no!" Alia laughed. "I'm going to use it as a dildo."

"But I'm a virgin! There's no way that thing's going to fit in me."

Alia ran her hand between Chastity's legs.

"See how fucking wet you are?" she asked, licking her fingertips hungrily. "Believe me, I can make it fit."

"Oh! You talk so dirty!" Chastity gasped, her voice once again husky with lust. "Please, just do it. I don't think my you-know-what can stand for you to ignore it any more."

"What, that juicy little cunt of yours needs attention?" Alia asked, making Chastity blush profusely. She rubbed the can across Chastity's slit to lube it up and Chastity whimpered.

"Oh, that feels so good! Now I'm almost desperate to see if this naughty plan of yours is going to work," Chastity whimpered.

"Spread your legs really wide," Alia said, stretching Chastity's inner lips wide around the circumference of the spray can.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chastity whimpered. "You make me feel like such a slut."

"There's nothing wrong with being horny or enjoying sex," Alia said. "You need to understand that. You make an excellent little slut," she added, kissing Chastity passionately on the lips and descending to take a little nibble of her left breast.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chastity continued to whimper, beginning to clutch at her breasts like a real pro. "Oh, please do it! I want to be filled. Oh please, I need to be filled. Aah!" 

Alia had pushed the can into Chastity's hole unexpectedly while she was begging, and the shock of being so overwhelmingly full for the first time in her life was completely overpowering her. Her pussy muscles automatically clutched at the hard can, almost aching from the unfamiliar experience.

Alia pushed the can in a little deeper, making Chastity moan again. 

"Oh! If you keep that up, I think I'm going to come again." Chastity gasped.

"That's the idea, my dear," Alia replied, smiling down at her. She gave the can one more great thrust and Chastity came explosively. Her muscles clamped down so hard on the can that she almost bent the metal. 

"Do you think you can keep that in you for a while?" Alia asked. "We really have to go."

"I can try," Chastity said with another little embarrassed blush. She sat up from her bed and took Alia's hand. The can began to slide a little out of her very wet pussy and she reached a hand down to push it back into herself, her eyes glazing over in pleasure.

Alia laughed. 

"I knew I liked you for a reason," she said, giving Chastity's hand a squeeze. 

They stood on a rocky beach. It reminded Chastity of the tide pools where she had first met Lena and a couple of her nymphs, but there were no landmarks around that she could recognize. But somehow, she didn't seem to mind.

Lena was lying on the beach with her legs spread far apart, clutching at her beautiful breasts while two men fucked her, one in each hole, and a red-haired nymph hungrily licked her clit while vigorously masturbating with both hands.

"Come this way," Alia said, leading Chastity over towards a couple of blond nymphs, one with short hair, the other long, who here making out wildly while three men bound in robes watched, drooling in desperation.

Chastity noticed in amazement that one of the men had a cock so big that it seriously resembled a tree trunk. She wanted to point this out, but Alia had vanished from her side. 

She began to panic, but then she caught a glimpse of Alia French-kissing the long-haired blond woman with the size of watermelons, while tenderly caressing her pussy. Alia stopped when she saw Chastity staring at her and pulled the woman over by the waist to introduce her.

"This is Angelica. She used to be a lifeguard in California. Rumor has it that years before she was one of us, she caught a satyr who was surfing off her beach and fucked his brains out until he begged for mercy. Since then, she's been into supersizing things, but you probably already noticed that," she said, gesturing towards Angelica's breasts and the one man's overly engorged cock. "Angelica, this is Chastity, my new plaything. Chastity is a virgin," she added, with a meaningful look.

Angelica took in the hairspray can that was protruding ever-so-slightly from Chastity's sopping wet pussy.

"She's a horny virgin! That's the best kind. Let's make sure she gets her brains fucked out of her while she's here."

"I knew you'd see it my way," Alia laughed, grabbing Angelica's butt and giving it a very lustful squeeze. "I assume one of Stephanie's boy-toys would be willing to accommodate her."

"You hear that, you little slut?" shouted the other woman with the short blond hair, kicking one of the men over and pinching his butt roughly. "You're going to get fucking lucky." She yanked at his hair menacingly. "And if you don't make it good for her, I'm going to have to fuck you up the ass with a strap-on that makes that dick-boy's cock look like a pencil eraser.

"Stephanie is a bit of a badass. You'll get used to it," Alia said with a little shrug.

"Oh my!" Chastity gasped, a little nervous as Angelica cut the ropes that bound her prisoner.

"Do you want me to fuck him first to get him all warmed up for you?" Stephanie asked, cracking her knuckles.

"If you fuck him, there'll be nothing left of him for the virgin to fuck. You're just getting greedy," Angelica interjected, grabbing Stephanie's ass and pulling her away from the man.

"Oh, I'm so nervous!" Chastity gasped. "Oh please, this is happening so quickly!"

"His cock isn't nearly as large as that can you've got wedged in your pussy. You don't have anything to worry about," Alia said, looking just a bit jumpy and nervous herself. Stephanie was now pinching Angelica by the clit while wedging a large round stone into her pussy, causing her to cry out in pressure. "You don't mind if I run off and join the fun, do you, Chastity?" Alia asked with a nervous smile. I'm getting really horny and I don't think I can hold it anymore.

"But, but, but, the man!" Chastity whined. The man had helped her to the ground and was rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. "Oh, don't leave me alone! You promised!" Chastity whined. The man pulled the can of hairspray out of her pussy, making Chastity convulse in another orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She whimpered. "Oh! Oh! I needed that so much." The juice shot from her pussy in torrents, soiling the stones where she sat.

The man rammed his cock into her, not paying any attention at all to being gentle, but she found that she liked it rough.

The head of his cock bumped against her g-spot, sending delicious little sparks of pleasure ricocheting through her body. With every single quick thrust, she felt like she was being pushed closer and closer to another orgasm. With every single thrust, she swore she'd come with the next one. But each time, she didn't quite come. She was horribly, exquisitely, passionately stuck on the edge of climax, until that the world became bright and hazy and all things that seemed so important to her before were forgotten.

To be Continued... 



Secrets of the Deep Ch. 02



There once was a girl named Chastity. She was the daughter of a man who was the head of a construction company. Chastity's mother died when she was a small child, and so did her kindly old grandmother. But she was never alone.

She had an older brother who she used to walk with through the suburbs, hand in hand. They bought bubble gum or cigarettes at a seedy little convenience store at the edge of town, which made most of its money selling liquor and dirty magazines. But Chastity, true to her name, was a good little girl and never smoked, and she choked back tears for all the sins that befell her brother's soul. She was that good, that compassionate. She never dressed in kinky clothing, never went to parties in high school, and never had anything more than a coffee date.

But then, in the summer that followed her freshman year at her all-girl Catholic university, Chastity took an internship with the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company to study marine life on a large Canadian island just north of the U.S. border. The tale that befell her was enough to disturb even a simpleton. 

So, as the bonfire burns on the rocky beach and nymphs dance and clutch at each other's breasts and lap the juices from each other's pussies, let the riveting story of how Chastity gave up her virtue and learned to live be told.

---

Angelica was eating Stephanie's pussy, her big breasts almost touching the ground as they rocked back and forth, keeping the beat with the thrusts of a man's supernaturally engorged cock in her ass.

Alia was getting her pussy eaten by Lena in a daisy chain, which included Persephone, Jasmine and three other girls Chastity didn't know the names of.

Not that she cared to know their names. She was getting the greatest (and so far, the only) fuck of her life. Her vision was blurring and she was totally intoxicated with the sensation, the damned and sublime heat in her pussy and the hard pressure in her upper stomach.

It was probably the best moment of her life, up to this point, and completely worth the horrible days of fear, depression and pain she has been suffering since Alia's highly dramatized "suicide."

Chastity finally found her peace in the rocking of her hips back and forth back, in the continuous, tingling orgasms that made her vibrate with every fiber of her being and left her feeling wonderful all the way out to her finger tips.

She kissed the man roughly, desperately on the mouth and neck, sucking him, eating him, as he continued to pleasure her with his cock. She didn't know this man. She had never met him before and didn't care, but that fact didn't even register. She knew him entirely, knew who he was and what he wanted. She knew this from the feel of his body. The way his hips thrust told her his story of a lifetime of crushed desires, damaged dreams and an almost magical regaining of life. This story was taking over her as the man was driven closer and closer to his own climax.

It was more than fear of Stephanie's wrath that led him to fuck her so wonderfully. Chastity was giving him new life, new ecstasy, just as he was giving it to her. It was so natural, this lustful coupling, so unburdened, so naked, so blunt.

Chastity felt like her cervix was going to fall off from the sensation that was coursing through her body, taking over her and making her feel so full and complete.

She felt something build up just below the belly button, and it was the strongest thing she had felt yet. Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Her whole body went rigid, to the point where she couldn't even breathe, even if her life had depended on it. Her toes pointed and lifted off the ground. Her back arched up into the cock that was filling her so completely. Oh, if it would only go deeper... Deeper! Just a little! Oh!

The cock began to swell. It was so big, so hard. It began to quake and quiver, shooting massive loads of hot white cum into her eager pussy. But Chastity hardly noticed. She trembled and shook, moaning and clutching her own breasts from her own all-powerful, all-fulfilling orgasm. She hardly noticed when the man crawled back on his hands and knees and began to rub his head against her thighs as he licked her pussy.

But she noticed when the sensation stopped. She let out a blood-curdling cry of frustration that the stones themselves were tempted to turn and listen to. And she almost began to cry as the images of her life began to return to her.

Stephanie paused her activities, giving the man an evil look. Then, she kneed him in the testicles.

"I told you to make it good for her, you worthless washed-up fuck!" she said calmly. "Aren't you capable of learning anything?"

"I did! I did make it good for her!" the man protested. "And I did it all for you, my Goddess!"

"Don't make me sick," Stephanie said, slapping him hard on the ass. "It's the oldest mistake there is, crawling away like a slime ball the moment you have your own orgasm. I thought even you would know better than to pull shit like that!"

Chastity was shaking and crying, as though she was a victim of rape. 

Alia crawled out of the daisy chain and knelt beside Chastity, putting her friend's head on her breast so that she could hold her while she cried.

She cooed soothingly in Chastity's ear. "No consequences, no consequences." And slowly, Chastity stopped crying, like a small child held in her mother's arms. No consequences. Chastity's head dropped off Alia's shoulder and slid down so that her mouth hung open above Alia's nipple, as though she was intending to suck it. But it was obvious that she had fallen asleep.

"Oh, for the love of God!" Angelica moaned, massaging her oversized breasts while Stephanie lapped at her pussy from between her legs and fidgeted with a magical strap-on, fastening it into place. "Someone dump some cold water on Sleeping Beauty over there! She's desecrating the orgy by sleeping on the job."

Stephanie laughed and slapped her naughty prisoner on the ass. "Get me some water to dump on her, you little bitch. If you're quick about it, I won't ask Angelica to enlarge my strap-on before I fuck you with it."

The man nodded his agreement and ran off.

"That won't be necessary," Lena said and snapped her fingers. Chastity instantly awoke. "You should give her the gift now, Alia, you've been waiting too long. Just lick her damn pussy and get it over with. We don't have time to be playing games, we need to be training our soldiers."

"You're right," Alia said. She sounded defeated. "I wanted her to be ready for the life we live, but I guess it really isn't something that can be prepared for."

Stephanie yawned. "I've got another man I'm not doing anything with. You can borrow him if you like. The girl does desire a proper fuck." She looked indecent to talk to. Her strap-on stood out in front of her like a flag, bobbing in the wind, making her look obscenely androgynous.

"Shall I cut the cords for you?" Stephanie asked, stroking her strap-on thoughtfully.

"Oh, I want to see Stephanie fuck her!" Angelica squealed. "Stephanie is so good with women. I bet it would be wonderful."

"No," Alia said forcefully. "No strap-ons. No more horny bastards either, unless Chastity gives the go-ahead." 

"No, I think I want to try again," Chastity said, a little embarrassed. "It was pretty good the first time, I just went weird, that's all. Besides, I promised I'd try this orgy thing out before making up my mind."

Stephanie shrugged. "So, I suppose I'll just cut the ropes off of man number two for you, see if he suits your tastes better."

Chastity blushed and nodded and Alia smiled broadly, going over to make out with Angelica.

Stephanie's first man-toy reappeared with a large shell full of water, which he was about to throw on Chastity, but his mistress caught him in time.

"You really are pathetic! Lena told you to forget the water! What are you, dense? Get that lazy ass of yours over here right this minute and I'll fuck it like I promised, nice and hard and long and without lube."

The man whimpered pathetically like a lost puppy, but he bent over, giving Stephanie his ass to fuck.

With Alia still licking her pussy, Angelica began to suck on the magical strap-on, making it expand to a truly legendary size. Stephanie spread the man's but checks apart, rubbing the head of the strap-on against the entrance to his rectum. The man whimpered and began to beg, but it was no good. Stephanie was relentless when angered, and she had warned him. All he could do now was try to take his punishment with dignity.

Chastity stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of her open-mouthed as her hand dropped between her legs. She rubbed her clit ferociously, watching Stephanie begin to press the toy into the man. Oh, it looked so sublime, so deadly. The way that his butt expanded to take the entire thing in, it was so dirty. So deliciously sinful, like the touch of Alia's hand on her pussy. She spread her pussy lips apart, exploring her own body for the first time, too completely overwhelmed with the sex that was all around her to realize how bad she was being, and far too preoccupied to feel bad about it.

She watched the way that Alia ate Angelica's pussy, the way the blonde's pussy was turning red from arousal and spilling loads of juices into Alia's mouth, the way Alia's tongue slithered into her, pulsing, hungrily drinking up all the juices it came across, the way her lips locked onto the other women's genitals. It looked like so much fun on both sides!

Oh, what she wouldn't give to have it be her pussy that was being eaten like that. Her own fingers began to thrust in and out of her in rhythm with Alia's tongue. Oh! Oh! Oh!

Chastity was feeling drunk and weak in the knees. She was so horny, so a part of everything and so divorced from it at the same time. She knew she'd never be the same if she let one of the nymphs eat her out. She would become a nymph, just as horny and as shameless as the rest of them. Her pussy was leaking like crazy, soiling her hands with her own juices as she continued desperately pleasuring herself.

She saw other figures enter the circle of nymphs. Women like her, who seemed to be drawn into the orgy like moths to a flame. They writhed in pleasure as they left their old lives and were filled instead with lust. How did they make their decision? How was it that things were always so simple for other people, but not for her? She could never make up her mind about anything, she could never commit, especially to something so permanent, so sinful as giving herself up to passion.

Chastity looked down at her hand, which moved continuously between her legs. Three fingers were in her hole, pumping away at herself with shameless lust, and the other two were tearing at herself outside, pushing her lips about, tugging at herself, rubbing her clit. Wasn't she already a horny slut? Wasn't she already without hope of redemption? How could she return home, after she let a man she had never met come inside of her? She was spoiled! There was no use.

She felt like she was going to cry, but she wouldn't let herself. She was going to be brave. She promised Alia that she would try, that she would go to this shameless magical orgy of no consequences, that she would fuck somebody, and she had done just that. That's all there was too it. It was pointless to feel dirty, to feel like a slut. She had come to keep her word.

"Oh damn, Chastity! I forgot to untie you another man," Stephanie cried out as she came, her magical strap-on squirting cum into the ass of the man she was fucking. There was so much of it that as she pulled out, it began to pool on his testicles and dribble down his legs. "You ready to try your luck being fucked again, princess?" she asked with a mischievous giggle.

"Ah, no, that's okay, I think I changed my mind," Chastity gasped, still frantically pleasuring herself. "I've had quite enough action for one day, I really ought to be getting back to my dorm room."

"Oh, give me a break!" Stephanie moaned. "I'm not going to let you off that easily. You've come her to get your brains fucked out, and yet you've only gotten laid once. And by this pathetic bastard," she added, slapping the man's cum-covered ass.

She unwrapped the cords that bound the last remaining man and set him loose on Chastity with the same threat: "Give her the fuck of her life, or it's the strap-on for you!"

He looked back over his shoulder as though she were nuts and shrugged. Chastity actually laughed. She liked the look of this man's cock. It was long and hard, but somehow it looked friendly, the way her brother's cock looked when she had seen him pee through the crack in the door.

And it was sticking straight up, a little awkwardly, which reminded her of Stephanie's ridiculous strap-on. She could hardly keep herself from laughing outright.

"Are you going to fuck me, pretty boy?" Chastity asked the man, taking her juice-covered hand out of her pussy and rubbing it on her nipples playfully, before bringing it to her lips to enjoy the sinful flavor.

He didn't say anything, but she felt his mouth against her left breast, sucking and licking the juice off with a careful flick of the tongue. She moaned and his cock pressed up against her, making her feel dizzy with unfulfilled desire.

She had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her entire life. Her pussy was emitting so much heat that it was practically catching on fire. She moaned like a slut and gasped as the man began to nibble on her nipple.

Oh, she wanted him, oh, she wanted him!

He kissed her belly button. Oh. It was so mean. Oh! Oh! Oh! Could she ever be satisfied? Every little touch made her feel like she was coming alive. Ever little piece of flesh that was stimulated made her aware of how many other ones there were that felt so lonely. Ever little shiver of passion that coursed through her made the air around her pussy feel so cold, so violated, so unsatisfied.

"Oh for Christ's sake, fuck me already!" she screamed. Stephanie laughed. Chastity vaguely registered that Stephanie was fucking herself with the magic dildo.

"Fuck me!" Chastity screamed. "And believe me, if you don't do it right, there'll be hell to pay."

The fellow picked her up and set her on his waist, struggling to place is cock in her without losing his grip on her body.

She moaned like a whore when the head of his cock entered her. It felt like heaven on earth. Oh! Oh! Oh! How did she become such a dirty little slut? When did she decide that she liked sex this much? Damn!

The man carried her off into the ocean, the waves crashing around his legs. Chastity's body convulsed and she writhed against him, practically performing gymnastics routines to pleasure herself on his cock as he moved.

She could not see the horizon over the sea, the strange lonely expanse that she had stared at when she was mourning for Alia. She had her back to it, and over the man's shoulder she saw the rocky coast that must, somewhere in the distance, have led towards home, but for now seemed almost mercifully to lead to the rocks where the nymphs were having their orgy.

Chastity's body rocked against the man's. Her hair dipped back into the sea, pulled by the waves and covered with seaweed.

The cock seemed to be pushing into her so deep, filling her so completely. Oh, how did she ever live without this? Her nipples were rock-hard and they actually hurt as they brushed ruthlessly against the muscles of the man's chest. Oh, such a precious little pain, so much like the head of his member knocking against her cervix, teasing her g-spot.

She was such a shameless slut, and oh was she enjoying it. She wouldn't trade the pleasure for anything else. Nothing could possibly compare with it.

Damn, whether she decided to become a nymph or not, she was going to have to be fucked like this!

"Oh! Oh! More!" she gasped. "Fuck me for all your worth!" she moaned at this perfect stranger she only knew with her body. "Oh, damn, never stop. Oh!"

He thrust into her hard, obviously using a lot of strength to accomplish the feat. It was obvious that he was just as aroused as she was. The muscles in his arms were twitching and he kept having to adjust his balance. His lips and sometimes his hands traveled all around her body, touching her nipples, her lips, her clit. The sensation was so strong that Chastity felt like she was going to pass out from it, but she couldn't let herself. She wanted to feel every single moment of this pleasure.

Oh, so good!

Her stomach was burning. She knew that she was going to come, and she did. Oh! She twitched on his cock like a rag doll, losing all sense of how her body was supposed to move as she was consumed with pleasure. 

A moment later, he came too, his cock twitching and sending jets of hot cum into her well-used body.

Chastity moaned appreciatively, feeling his cock thrust so ruthlessly into her, bringing her over the edge into climax again.

The two of them fell over into the sand and Chastity began playing with her own breasts, enjoying the little sparks of sensation that coursed through her body.

She spread her legs apart in the water and watched the man's seed trailing out of her, a little white river. It made her feel both very happy and very naughty.

The man smiled at her, a little sand in his hair, and dove between her legs desperately, lapping at her cum-filled pussy.

She lay back, her head in the sand. Her arms moved in circles, making sand angels like she used to do when she was a little girl.

She never had anyone lick her pussy for her. It felt so good. So different than a hand or a cock, but the sensation was just as strong.

Oh, it was probably the best part yet. None of the girls could eat her pussy because they were all nymphs, but she could let this man eat her pussy to her heart's content, and there would be no consequences. Just like Alia said. She could still pretend that nothing had changed for her.

The man took a break from her pussy and came up to kiss her on the lips. She tasted her own juices on his lips along with the man's own particular taste that she was beginning to get accustomed too.

She loved the way she tasted and began to lick her lips. The man smiled and went back to eating her pussy.

Chastity writhed as his tongue slid into her, scooping his own cum from her pussy and eating it hungrily. The tongue felt so long, like his cock, and it drove her crazy. The more he gave, the more she seemed to want. Oh, how could that be! She was supposed to be getting satisfied!

She was supposed to be a good girl and say, "I've had enough, you can leave my pussy alone now, thank you very much. I'm going back to my dorm room and to bed, because I'm just not this kind of woman."

But she was.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she was! She loved every damn little second of it. She lived for every second of it. It made her want to cry. Oh, and her pussy was still burning. Oh... She came again... and again. Oh! How could she come like that?

She knew she would think about this experience for the rest of her life. She would lay in bed at night, reading a cheesy romance novel, her legs spread ever-so-slightly apart to catch the cool night air, and she would think of this man with his head between her legs. She would think of Alia sticking that big hairspray can up her pussy, and her juices would run onto her clean white bed sheets.

This possibility seemed noble, rather like the life of a martyr or a nun. A holy life. She closed her hand around the sand and tried to convince herself that it was enough.

Her body convulsed again, in total disregard to her feelings. It was almost as though she was made to be an orgasm machine. What sort of God would be merciless enough to put someone like her down on Earth?

But damn did it feel good! So shamefully good. So deliciously, sinfully good. But could she leave everything for it? Could she?




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 02



She felt the man lift her up again. His cock was hard again, and she wondered absently whether he wanted to fuck her one more time. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted it with every fiber of her being. Oh, if only he would put his cock in her again!

But he didn't.

He put her on the ground in front of Alia, who was busy being fucked in the ass by the man with a supernaturally large cock while Angelica ate her pussy.

"Do it now," the man said gently and spread Chastity's legs apart so that her lovely inner lips were right in front of Alia.

Alia moaned and bent over forward, her stomach pressing against Angelica's face. Alia's nose was right over Chastity's clit. And then she slowly began to lap, like a cat drinking milk.

---

Chastity woke up in a cold sweat. She was sleeping in her dorm room. The window was open and her body felt oddly stiff, like she had been sleeping in a strange position. She opened her legs ever-so-slightly and then she opened them further and put a finger up against her inner lips. They felt odd and just a little sore.

But it had all been a dream! And when did the dream started? Had there ever been a girl named Alia? Had she really died? And were those nymphs real? Them, and their war Alia had mentioned, against the McKinley company, the sponsor of her summer research project. No, of course the nymphs weren't real. Come on, nymphs? It bothered Chastity that she was having such perverted dreams. Had she ever been willing to give up her life for sin? It seemed so preposterous.

Chastity was going to take a shower. She grabbed a towel out of the closet and walked into the bathroom.

She jumped back when she saw her reflection. She wasn't wearing any clothing! What happened to her nightgown?

She shrugged and watched her shoulders raise and settle. She liked the way her breasts looked in the mirror, so large and adorned with light brown areola, with soft pink nipples like flower buds.

She reached out and touched her left nipple, squeezing it roughly until it grew erect. She liked how the subtle little difference seemed to change her appearance so entirely. She didn't feel like a young would-be scientist out for a day of collecting shells and examining water samples. She felt like a young woman out for a hot date. She felt sexy.

Chastity blushed, continuing to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked so delicious, she was getting herself all worked up. Better not to look at herself. She took a towel and hung it over the mirror so her reflection could no longer stare back at her, tempting her resolve.

Dream or not, something had changed inside of her, something fundamental. She couldn't hide her lust the way she always did before. She was quickly aroused and forced to be honest with herself about it. And oh, did her crotch burn with desire!

She decided to take a cold shower. She really needed to clean herself up. No need to imagine what juices she had been soaking in and for how long.

She stepped into the shower and turned the water as cold as she could tolerate it. But that soon became far too cold, and she fiddled with the knob, making the water just a little hotter and then just a little hotter until the whole bathroom was steamy. The hot water that ran off her body made her feel so fresh, so alive and so at peace with the world.

Grabbing a bar of soap, Chastity began lathering up her hands, her breasts, her crotch. It felt so good to be touching herself, to feel her hands slide around her body. She had always enjoyed showers, had always gotten an almost sensual pleasure from shaving her legs and armpits. It was so relaxing, so self-medicating.

But today, for some reason she suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to shave her pubic hair, which was something she had never done before. She didn't have enough hair down there to really stick out from under her swim suit, but now it simply had to go. 

She spread the soap on her hands and then began to apply it to the mound of her pussy, her finger ever-so-slightly snaking between the outer lips, making her shiver with pleasure. Oh, it felt so good!

Chastity tested it again. She couldn't lie to herself about it, she loved the way it felt. She slid the finger upwards until it stroked her clit. Chastity whimpered. She couldn't move her finger away, couldn't touch anything else, couldn't even rub it more. It was as if her finger was glued to her clit by the intense pleasure that was coursing through her.

"Oh, shit! Oh, damn!" she moaned. She placed one of her fingers into her pussy and began pumping it, holding on to the shower wall with her other hand to keep her balance.

"Oh, God! Oh!"

It reminded her of the orgy in her dream, about how she shamelessly began to stroke herself as she watched the others pleasure each other. It felt so real and so dirty to be doing something like that for real now, in the privacy of the little shower.

She pushed her thumb into herself also. Her hole felt so tight. She loved the way her muscles gripped and squeezed her fingers. She loved the soft, silky feel of her damp pussy, the erotic feel of her touch.

It was so naughty! She really ought to control herself. But she knew it wasn't any good. Her body wanted what it wanted, and if she didn't give it to herself, she'd end up taking it out on someone else, and that would cause problems.

It wasn't as though she was a nymph in a magical orgy. This was the real world, and real women couldn't get away with being total sluts. Think of the stigmatism!

Chastity laughed out loud, her voice echoing through the shower. 

So, she was a closet pervert. She could deal. She rubbed her finger across her clit, sending another delicious sensation racing through her body. 

Oh, she would never get used to this. It was too sublime.

What a little slut she was! She flicked her tongue against her nipple as she came, the hand in her pussy having finally done its business.

It wasn't enough. She began frantically touching herself again, rubbing little circles around her clit and stroking it up and down, testing out the different little sensations it gave her. Finally, she did what was quickest and stroked like mad, pumping the whole other hand in herself, too tied up in her masturbation to worry about something as seemingly unimportant as balance.

Chastity came again, quick and hard, moaning like a whore. She felt so dirty, so covered in sweat and juices that she'd never get clean, even with the shower that rained down upon her.

She came three more times before realizing that she had completely forgotten to shave her pussy.

She laughed guiltily and pulled out her razor. Slowly and carefully, she began to shave her pussy bare.

Chastity turned off the water and grabbed her towel. She dried herself off and tried to wrap it around herself, but the shower water had been hot and she couldn't stand the extra heat the towel retained. She threw it off and went into the bedroom naked. 

What did it matter, anyway? The shades were drawn and she was alone, so there was nothing to stand in her way.

She laughed again. She felt so good. Her orgasms have put her into a really good mood. She felt so powerful, all the way from her fingertips to her toes. She wondered if it would radiate out from under her clothing: "I'm a slut and I like having sex."

She tried to put on a shirt, but it felt too tight around the breasts, so she took it off. 

She giggled like a school girl, thinking that her breasts had grown larger from all the hormones that were coursing through her.

Chastity pulled out a dress from the closet. It was really cute and had always made her feel pretty before, but now it seemed childish and stupid.

She looked out the window into the sea. It seemed to call her, the way it did that night when she stared out into the sea thinking of Alia. Was that a dream? She hadn't decided. She thought about Alia, about her disappearance from the hospital, her insane rant about being raped, by women no less. Her seduction of the hospital security guard.

It was far too dramatic to have been real. 

She opened the window and the sea breeze seemed to cut into her. But it didn't overpower her. It seemed to course though her veins, making her grow more powerful.

It had been a beautiful dream, a life-changing dream.

Chastity walked out of the hostel, not bothering to lock the door behind her. All the students here looked after one another, no one would ever think of breaking into her room while she was away.

She could only think of the ocean and of the breeze, and of the new strength that swelled within her. It was delicious. It was intoxicating.

Everyone seemed to stare at her. She must be right, it must be transparent even through her clothing.

Clothing!

The little pink dress she had picked out to wear was still lying discarded on her bed, and she was so preoccupied that she hadn't even thought about underwear! 

That's why everyone was looking at her! She was completely naked! She blushed a shade of bright red. How could she forget something as simple as clothing! She must have gone out of her mind!

Chastity tried to cover herself with her arms, but being self-conscious about it seemed to make matters worse. There wasn't a person in sight that wasn't pointing or staring at her.

Oh shit! Oh shit!

If she didn't do something, the police would come and have her locked up for disturbing the peace, breaking decency laws or some such rubbish. And if she was unlucky, she would be locked up and sedated.

She laughed despite herself, thinking about her dream and Alia. She really was a crazy woman.

But that didn't mean she couldn't put up a fight. She ran and ran, grateful that she had taken aerobics classes and could run very quickly.

It was like a terrible nightmare, the one where you find yourself naked in public and everyone is staring, except Chastity knew for sure that this was no dream.

She felt every single lustful and critical stare. Her muscles ached like crazy, but she made it back to the dorm room.

She wasn't going to let anyone take her away.

Alia was sitting on her bed. Chastity blanched when she saw her. For a moment, the two women only stared at each other across the great expanse of the little dorm room. And then Chastity spoke.

"How much of it was a dream?" she asked.

Alia shook her head. "None of it," she said somberly.

"Then I am... Then you are?"

"A sea nymph? Yes," Alia said with a laugh. "I told Lena I shouldn't leave you alone, not even for an hour, but she said it would be good for you."

"Lena can fucking go to hell," Chastity said, stomping her foot on the bedroom floor. And then, she covered her mouth, guiltily ashamed of having spoken something so harsh and indecent.

Alia laughed. "I'll tell her you said that," she giggled. "I think she needs to hear shit like that every once in a while. My father used to tell me that all Russian women were bitches, I thought that was just cold war talk or something."

"Wait, I don't quite follow," Chastity said. "You mean Lena is Russian? I guess now that I think about it, she did have a bit of an accent."

"Oh yeah. Her full name is Elena Petrovna Menshikova, try saying that three times fast. Anyway, I gather she's been a sea nymph for quite a while. At least from Czarist times. I recall her referring to herself as a princess. It made me laugh."

Chastity actually chuckled. "Wow, a real live princess," she exclaimed covering her mouth dramatically. It felt good to be talking about something other than the fact that her life was flashing before her eyes. "Any chance she's not delusional?"

Alia shrugged. "I tried looking her up on the Internet, but I didn't find anything."

"It seems strange for you to be being doing anything as normal-sounding as surfing the Net."

Alia shrugged. "Well, it's not like I'm dead. Just because I'm a mythological being doesn't mean I have to write on clay tablets."

Chastity felt her breath catch in her throat and for a moment she was incapable of doing anything. This was odd, because she seemed to be talking so nicely with Alia just moments before.

"I want to go home," Chastity said, a teardrop rolling down her cheek. "I want to see my family. I want to see my school again." 

"You know you can't," Alia replied darkly. "You're a nymph. You won't be able to tolerate any clothing, and you'll be incredibly horny all the time. You'd probably rape your father if you saw him."

"I would not!" Chastity yelled, her voice shaking. "I love my father. I couldn't do something like that to him!"

"Can you imagine me going home to my family like this?" Alia said, lifting up her naked breasts as though presenting them to Chastity. "They used to make me even cover my hair! What do you think my father would say if he saw me? I'm dead to him, one way or another, and so are you! We are your only family now."

"No! I refuse to believe you! I can go home. I'm enrolled in classes for next year. I have student loans, I have a life!"

"No, you are going to disappear into the ocean just like I did. You can't belong here anymore. You don't belong here!"

"I do belong! I do belong here! Nothing has changed! If I stay here, my dad will look for me. The police will look for me. Do you have any idea how much trouble it will make for everyone?"

"Do you think that no one is looking for me?" Alia asked. "I'm sure my father would spit on my grave if I had one, but he still called the coast guard to look for me. A couple of divers didn't return to the shore," she added with a cynical smile.

"I still want to try. I'm a good woman, I can restrain myself!" Chastity cried out.

"Fine. Put on clothing and walk outside. Go check on your water samples, like you planned. Or go like you are. I'll try to hold off the cops if you like! Maybe if I fuck a couple of them, they'll forget to throw you in prison for indecent exposure."

"Now you're just being vicious!" Chastity exclaimed, throwing up her arms.

Alia moved closer to her friend and Chastity took in the movement of her breasts, hips and pussy. It made her body ache.

Chastity felt like she has been deprived of sex for years, although it had only been a matter of minutes since she masturbated in the shower.

Chastity felt herself move towards Alia. She grabbed her and pushed her tongue into her mouth. Alia tasted so good! The moisture of her mouth enchanted Chastity. She wanted to explore every inch of Alia's mouth with her tongue, to flick it against Alia's teeth and rub it along her tongue, to probe her friend's tongue and dance with it. But her body wouldn't let her. She needed sex and she needed it now.

She moaned around Alia's mouth and pushed her to the bed. Alia gasped as Chastity spread her legs apart and began to feverishly lick her pussy. Chastity decided she loved the taste of pussy. She had tasted her own many times, both when she masturbated and on the mouth of the man who had eaten her out at the orgy, and Alia's pussy tasted distinctly different. Chastity loved it.

She began to wonder whether every woman's pussy tasted different and felt the strong urge to taste them all. Oh! It was so naughty.

Alia adjusted herself so that her head was between Chastity's legs, and she began to eat Chastity's cunt at in rhythm with her friend's tongue on her own pussy.

Chastity moaned. She loved having her pussy eaten. She loved the way Alia's tongue felt in her, the way Alia moved her mouth as she sucked. It was intoxicating. 

"Oh, if only every disagreement ended this way!" Chastity moaned. Her pussy was beginning to tingle in threat of orgasm.

"Make love, not war," Alia laughed into Chastity's pussy. "Maybe hippies had the right idea after all."

That made Chastity laugh too, and the sudden stimulation caused Alia to orgasm, her juices squirting onto Chastity's eager mouth.

This was too much for Chastity, and she came too, flooding Alia's mouth with her own juices.

Oh, it felt so good! Why did it have to feel so damn good every single time? It would be so easy to reject the whole thing if it just didn't feel so good!

Chastity thought that she could still be normal. She could put on clothes and keep them on, without tearing them off in panic. She could sit through a lecture without tearing off the professor's clothing and eating her pussy. She knew she could! If only it didn't feel so damn good!

But it did.

Alia's tongue was pushing back into her pussy, and Chastity could only yield to it. She wanted it so badly and she had just come! Oh, it was torture. Was she destined to spend an eternity locked in intercourse with this woman? It seemed like a curse worse than Hell, and heaven on Earth.

She moaned and began to thrust her hips, clutching at her breasts and rubbing little circles around her nipples.

"Pleasure me, Alia. Make me come the way you did at the orgy! Make up for all the times I wanted you and I couldn't have you. Pay me back for the way I used to blush over thoughts of you at the hamburger shack! Come on! Do it!"

Alia smiled and was happy to comply.

She spread Chastity's legs far apart with her hands and wedged her shoulders between them. She opened her friend's pussy wide with her hands, making Chastity gasp with the sudden influx of cold air into her wet pussy. And then, a moment before Chastity thought she would die from longing, Alia began to nibble and suck at her clit. 

Chastity writhed and moaned like crazy. Oh! The sensation was indescribable. Chastity came at once, though it felt like an eternity, and then, when her orgasm threatened to end, another one began, keeping her shaking in continuous climax. Another, and another, all in a row, over and over and over and over. 

Chastity lost track of everything, her bedroom, her problems, even Alia. There was just the pleasure and the movement of bodies against each other, rubbing against each other and soiling the sheets with sweat and other juices. 

"Come with me back to Lena's lair," Alia sighed into Chastity's over-stimulated pussy. "It's all done up like the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg. A real palace, Chastity. You'll love it there. Just come with me and talk to Lena, she'll convince you if I can't."

"You said that about the orgy, and look what I've got myself into," Chastity exclaimed.

"You know, that was a decision you made yourself," Alia replied a little harshly. She was beginning to get irritated by Chastity's constant whining. "It might have been what I wanted for you, but you decided on your own."

"After you got me so fucking horny that I couldn't think straight!" Chastity replied, with some anger.

"Well, the fact of the matter is, you're a sea nymph now and you're going to have to deal with it. Believe me, in time you'll learn to love it. But until then, things are going to be a little rough. Didn't I promise I'd help cushion the transition for you?"

"I don't want you to!" Chastity exclaimed. "Don't you see? When I had everything, you were all that mattered to me. But now you're all I have, and that's not enough. I can't let you control everything. I have to make decisions myself. Can't you understand this? I'm not going to just run off and slit my wrists like you did. I don't want you to hold my hand. I want to go out and do what I can in this world. I don't want to banish myself to the waters and go on some damn quest against some company I don't care about one way or another."

"You're just being selfish and stupid," Alia said, trying to grab Chastity's shoulder, as if holding her would somehow make her understand.

"Maybe I am!" Chastity said, brushing her friend's hand away. "And maybe I'm completely out of my mind, too, because everything you've been telling me makes total sense. But I'm going to home anyway, and I'm going to see first hand what happens. You're not God, you don't know anything for sure, and maybe, just maybe there's a chance that things will work out for me. It doesn't have to be the way you think it will be. I don't have to rape my father. I can change things. I know I can. I'm going to go, and you can't stop me."




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 02



"It's not your mistake to make. You belong to us now, Chastity. You're one of us, and you have to learn to fit in."

"Never!" Chastity shouted. "Never! I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm not going to participate in orgies and take on oil rigs. I'm not! Just because you changed me doesn't mean that I'm any different. Don't you see that? You're condemning me to death down there. It's like you're trying to bury me at sea. I will not go. I won't."

"Fine then, go. Fuck up the life you had, make everyone hate you, and leave it to me to explain to Lena what you are up to and why. I can wait. You'll come crawling back to us, begging to be admitted to our orgies, and we will be waiting. We alone will accept you for what you are. Remember that!"

"Fuck you!" Chastity shouted. "I will never come back to you sinful bitches! I don't want any part of your damn politics, and I refuse to take orders from any hundred-year-old megalomaniac princesses. So piss off, and leave me to do what I want for once." 

And then Chastity turned and sprinted down the stairs without waiting another moment. Her feet carried her quickly, and she had no time or energy to wonder why or where she was running.

She didn't notice the people staring at her nakedness, for people seemed to no longer matter. Nothing mattered, as long as she kept moving her legs, faster and faster until she seemed to fly along at an unnatural pace.

She would not give up. She would not give in. She was going to continue running forward. 

She felt an arm on her shoulder, and without noticing, threw the person to the ground without changing her gait. She had to keep moving. Has it been Alia, come to stop her, to haul her under the waves, where Chastity knew she didn't belong? Was it a cop? Or simply a stranger trying to see if she was okay, or to have his way with her? She didn't care. She had to keep moving.

Her stomach ached just below the belly button and her crotch was aflame. She was horny, oh so horny, and the racing of her heart and the pounding of her bare feet on the sand stubbornly refused to satisfy her.

"Damn this curse!" she thought. "Damn it! I will not accept it. I shan't!" 

Her legs pushed her onwards. 

Chastity sunk into the water, and it felt cold and pleasant on her skin. But she refused to be comforted by it. She refused to trust the unnatural pull that was tugging her onward. She would not disappear at sea. That was not her fate! It wasn't. She was stronger than this. She was. She couldn't be a proper woman, not anymore, but she had her convictions, and they told her that she didn't belong to these strange women, not yet. She belonged to herself, and she was going to prove it. She was going to run.

Something seemed to pull her down and under, deeper and deeper to the edge of the continental shelf. She swam one way and then the over, fighting its pull with every ounce of willpower she had. She would not go! She would not go!

For heaven sake, she would not go!

She pushed herself onwards. Her breasts were beginning to ache and her nipples were rock-hard. But she couldn't stop to alleviate the tension that was coursing through herself. She too was busy fighting the pull of the water.

Onward and onward she went, feeling divided between one set of powerful desires and another. All this time, she could not give herself either. She just had to keep moving, as though her life depended on it.

Some time around sunset, she pulled herself out of the water and collapsed on a small sandy beach somewhere. She didn't have a map or any sense of direction, except the drive to pull away from the force that tugged her towards the ocean. Her body was wet and covered with kelp, and she felt that she didn't have a ounce of strength left in any of her muscles. She felt both triumphant and defeated, for she had ignored the pull, and yet she had no idea how to get to where she wanted to be and no strength to attempt to move.

The sunset was so beautiful it seemed to warm her heart, and she reached a hand between her legs and began to move it back and forth to pleasure herself. Oh, it was so pitiful, she thought. So incredibly pitiful. Why has she been running so? She had no idea, only a feeling that somehow she still needed to do something very important, though she didn't really know what.

Her movements on her clit grew stronger and faster and she pulled herself over so that she was on her back and could pleasure herself better.

Maybe she could get a job in a red light district. That would satisfy two of her needs at once. Yes, perhaps she could be a prostitute. Although she has never dreamed of selling herself before, it seemed better than being a slave to the nymphs.

But she didn't know the first thing about prostitution, and from what she heard, she'd have to be very clever not to get chained to an abusive pimp. She didn't want to worry about garbage like that. It seemed too mundane.

She continued to stroke her clit and the little shivers of pleasure that coursed through her seemed to take the pain away. It almost made her laugh.

Her ankles were still in the ocean and the waves crashed around her. She felt very peaceful, and despite her fear of sea nymphs, she slowly fell asleep.

---

Chastity awoke to find herself on a bed in a little cottage. Once again, everything that happened to her in the last twenty-four hours had seemed like a dream.

She yanked the blankets off of herself and realized that she was wearing a man's shirt, which she pulled off hastily. The material felt too rough against her skin.

"Hey, wait a minute! You shouldn't take that off. You shouldn't let your body temperature drop too much. You were really cold when I found you. I found you lying on the beach like a dead body washed up on shore, but you were breathing and had a steady pulse, so I figured you were still among the living. There was no one else around, so I figured I'd haul you back to my cabin and see if I could warm you up. By the way, what happened, if you don't mind me asking? Were you in some kind of shipwreck or boating accident?"

"Something like that," Chastity said hastily. "And if you don't mind, I'm really warm enough, so I'd rather not wear anything."

"What are you, some sort of radical nudist?"

Chastity nodded. "Yeah. Something like that. Anyway, I can't stand to wear too much clothing. It feels funny."

"Ah, too sensitive to touch, my son's like that. He has to get special treatment for it. You're not autistic, are you?" 

Chastity just shrugged. "Just don't ask me to put anything on, if you don't mind."

"You know, we really ought to take you into town and have a doctor look at you. You might have injuries after that accident."

"I don't think that will be a problem. I'm told I heal quickly," Chastity said.

The man laughed. "Yeah, that's what they all say. You're probably the third woman I've pulled off the beach this summer, though you're the first one with a sense of humor."

Chastity blushed. The man was obviously flirting with her. She was very horny, and the bulge in the man's pants was looking very appealing. 

Did he intend to have her sleep with him in exchange for pulling her from the beach? Chastity hoped so.

She got up from the bed and watched the man take in the way her breasts jiggled as she moved. Yes, he wanted her. She could almost smell it. Oh, it was so delicious. She felt herself lick her lips. She was so damn horny, and his cock looked so tasty though the material of his pants.

She unzipped his pants before she knew she had done it. Her mouth was around his stiff member. Oh, it felt so good! Her mouth was actually watering. Damn, it was so good!

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making him moan heavily. Oh! She loved the sound. She loved the way she seemed to control him, to bring him to life by sucking on him, as though she was giving him CPR.

And she loved the feel of his flesh in her mouth. It made her feel fuller, more alive. Oh, why did it always have to be so damn good? How could she possibly stop wanting it?

"I want you to fuck me," Chastity moaned, pulling the man's cock out of her mouth and rubbing it against her cheek. 

The man sighed. 

"Oh, no, I would be taking advantage of you," the man said, though it was obvious that he wanted to sleep with her very badly. His hands were actually shaking in suppressed lust.

"You'd be mean to me if you didn't," Chastity said, stroking her clit and opening herself up wide so that the man could see all the way down her velvety interior. "See how fucking damp I am? See how much I need you to stuff that big, juicy cock of yours in me?"

The man moaned. Oh, why did she love that sound so much? She was such a damn slut!

"Come on. Fill me up. I want to feel that cock of yours. I need to have it!" Chastity whimpered.

The man didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed his cock in his hand and navigated it into her, making her moan as the head pushed into her pussy. It felt so, so good!

He began to ease himself in and out of her slowly, and it was obvious he was afraid he would come too quickly. Chastity sighed. She wanted to be fucked hard, but she didn't want it to be over quickly. What she wouldn't give for three men to fuck her, one after the other! Bang, bang, bang! Oh, thinking about that sent a delicious little shiver through her body. Was she going to come already? She was such a little slut. But damn, it felt so good!

The man moaned and whispered in her ear. "You are so damn hot! You make me want to do so many dirty things."

Chastity laughed. She liked the way his words tickled her ear. It made her feel like she was going to come. Oh! Oh! Oh!

She felt the man's cock knock against her cervix. It made her gasp. How many times had she felt that before? Every time felt like the first. She must be a very bad girl, very naughty indeed. But she didn't care. It felt too good.

She came explosively, the sensation coursing through her like a tidal wave. Oh, damn. Why did it always have to be like that? Why did it have to feel so good? "I'm going to come soon," the man grunted. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"Oh, no. Come inside me!" Chastity gasped, clutching at her own breasts as her orgasm began to subside. "I want you to come inside of me and then eat the cum from my pussy. That's what I like best in the world."

The man laughed. "You really are a horny slut," he said as he began to shoot his hot load into her eager pussy. Chastity moaned as his cock twitched inside of her. Oh! It felt so good!

She propped herself up against the bed and the man spread her legs far apart. She loved the way she felt just before someone gave her oral sex. The anticipation was so delicious, and the cold air on her pussy was intoxicating.

"Oh! Do it!" Chastity moaned. She had her left breast in her hand and was licking her nipple while she waited eagerly for him to pleasure her. "I want you to eat me out good!"

The man groaned. It was obvious that he enjoyed dirty talk. 

"Yes, ma'am," he said, getting down on his hands and knees to eat his seed from her cunt.

The moment his tongue touched her pussy, Chastity came again. Her whole body shook. Oh! She loved to come. Every orgasm felt so familiar and so new at the same time. Would she ever get used to it?

The man's jaw worked hungrily on her pussy as he lapped up her flowing juices. Every little touch felt like magic. Chastity couldn't get enough. She had to resist the urge to push his head closer to herself to make the sensation just a little stronger. 

She came again, moaning like a whore. She felt so good. It seemed like she was capable of having one orgasm after another for an entire lifetime and never be satisfied. She smiled a slutty little smile, somehow proud of her naughtiness.

She came again and again, maybe ten or more times before the man's jaw became too tired and he had to stop. By that time, his cock was hard again, so he pulled her into his bed, where they fucked all night.

In the morning, the man kissed her passionately and fed her eggs and toast, which she ate by the mouthful, letting pieces dribble down her chin and onto her breasts.

The man giggled and ate the food right off her face and body.

She laughed too, and before long they were in bed again, and he feasted from between her legs and she sucked the cum from his cock.

It was three days before she was able to tear herself away from him. He only let her go with the promise that she would return if she needed anything.

He gave her a backpack, a compass and a map. Chastity found that she could she could wear the backpack. 

She walked on inland roads, fearing her attraction to water. She slept where she could and with whoever she could. She seduced hikers, and passerbys, even gave a couple of thrills to some little old ladies. It was a lot of fun.

Every single time, she found herself strangely enchanted with sex and a little uneasy about how desperate her body was for more action.

She avoided major cities whenever possible, because she didn't want to worry about police officers and other such characters asking her questions. Her body still stubbornly refused to accept clothing.

It was almost a month before she made it home to Portland, and by that time she looked like a wild woman. She looked a bit like a sage off a mountain top, except without the long beard. And she had probably had quite a bit more sex than the average sage.

Chastity had a oddly satisfied grin on her face when she walked into the little suburb where she had grown up. 

She made it. She could live through this, she had a real chance. Her destiny wasn't completely determined, not yet.

She gave the cashier a blowjob in exchange for a hamburger at a little fast food place a block from her father's house, and have herself maybe thirty orgasms in the one-stall bathroom off to the side of the dinning room. She wanted to be very sexually satisfied before she tried talking to her father.

She stepped out the of restaurant and was instantly surrounded by a group of ten men. They were all horny and pathetic. Chastity has not seen a group of people this large for weeks, and was a bit scared. Their intentions towards her seemed less than honorable.

One of the fellows called her a dirty name that made her cringe in disgust. Almost automatically, she cursed at him.

Another man approached her and tried to grab her by the arm, undoubtedly to have his way with her. She twisted around and kneed him in the crotch. She was up for a little fun, but not with people who were going to be rude about it.

The fellow crumpled to the ground, grasping at his crotch dramatically like they do in cheesy television shows, and it almost made Chastity laugh to see it. She stared down the bastard who had insulted her, and he backed away just a little before he caught himself.

"Damn bitch, what's up your ass? All we want is to show you a good time!" The fellow stammered, trying to look cool.

"You don't know how to treat a lady," Chastity said. "I bet you wouldn't even last a minute."

"I've got the goods you need," the man said, stupidly clutching his own crotch. The other guys laughed as if he said something brilliant. He sneered at Chastity, as though she almost wasn't worth the effort of raping.

"Go to hell!" Chastity said, literally spitting in the man's face. He lunged at her and Chastity surprised herself by throwing a beautiful axe kick that landed on the side of his head. The man collapsed to the ground, bleeding heavily. It has been forever since that women's self defense class she took in high school, but still she seemed to remember something.

"You're not worth fucking!" she shouted at the men and ran. The men moved as if to follow her, but they were started by the speed with which Chastity dispatched two of their number, and before they could figure out what to do, she disappeared behind a building.

Chastity thought she felt someone grab her shoulder and turned, but she must have imagined it because there was no one there.

"Assholes," she said, panting to catch her breath. "Who the hell would like being treated like that?" 

What happened to her little suburb? Had it gone downhill since she left for college a year ago? Or was it because she changed? She was told that men would find any chance to take advantage of her, but she hadn't really believed it. The nuns at school were so damn conservative, it would be just like them to make up things like that.

She didn't want to admit it, especially after she had come so far and with so much success, but maybe Alia had a point. Things weren't easy if you couldn't wear clothing and had to get laid every few minutes.

Chastity shook her head. She wasn't going to let herself get disheartened, not now. She had to talk to her father. She had to get him to listen to her, to accept the changes that happened to her. But how to do a thing like that? It seemed incredibly difficult, if not impossible. No wonder Alia hadn't even bothered to contact her parents. Chastity's heart ached and she could hardly move.

She felt someone approach her from behind and turned just in time to feel a punch connect to her chest. Her heart seemed to knock painfully against her rib cage. It felt like she couldn't breathe. She fell over backwards and just narrowly missed hitting her head on the pavement.

She struggled to get up but he was on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground. Her legs were free and she tried to use them to knee him, but it didn't seem to do any good. 

The man on top of her let go of one of her arms so he could use his hand to fish his cock out of his pants, and she used the opportunity to shoot her hips up, pushing him off of her.

She got up quickly and ran in the direction of her home. For the first time, the hard ground seemed to hurt her bare feet, and she felt mortally afraid.

Did she somehow earn this pain for the ecstasy she had with every climax? Did it really turn her into a dirty woman like she had thought it would, like she had been raised to believe?

She felt someone grab her by the hair, and she screamed. She saw someone close their window hurriedly. Was this the world she had left, the world she so desperately wanted to be part of?

"Let me go, you goddamn son of a bitch!" Chastity said, spitting in the man's face as though she had become accustomed to that sort of thing. "Don't tell me you only can get it up if a woman fights you, you fucking pervert."

The man tugged at her hair and she felt her scalp begin to bleed. She hated this man. She hated him more than anyone in the world. She wanted him dead with every fiber of her being.

The man's grip on her hair loosened and he fell to the ground, his eyes unnaturally glazed over, trickles of blood and grey matter running from his ears, nose and mouth.

Chastity screamed and ran, suddenly even more frightened than she had been a moment ago. She knew that the man was dead.

She continued to run. The wind on her body felt like hands reaching to grab her and pull her down. She wanted to scream again, but she couldn't. Her voice was nearly gone. She jumped the little white picket fence that separated her father's front yard from the street, her muscles aching, and hammered on the front door.

The door opened and her father stepped towards her. She flung her arms around him and began to cry.

"Papa!" she sobbed into his big strong chest, feeling an odd mixture of exhaustion and relief. She just registered the smell of her father's sweat and cologne before she lost consciousness. 



Secrets of the Deep Ch. 03



When Nadia was a little girl, her grandmother told her an old story. It had all the makings of a good fairy tale: a beautiful princess engaged to a man she did not love, an evil witch, a magical potion, and an eternal, unbreakable curse. Nadia would lay awake at night wishing that she, too, could be like the princess and run away from her life and her responsibilities. She was often lonely in her family's apartment in Moscow because her parents always worked and her grandparents worked too, and her one remaining great-grandmother was very old and smelled bad.

As Nadia grew older, the dream of the runaway princess refused to die, even when she found other ways to escape the boredom of her life. Nadia loved computers and became a very powerful hacker, she learned to fly airplanes and trained to be the fastest runner in her school. She slept with several men and even a few women. But where was her real escape? Where was the adventure? Where was the witch who lived on the edge of town, who sold the magic potion? Where was her eternal princess who cast herself into the waters? And how in all creation could she ever hope to find her?

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Chastity woke up feeling groggy. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying on a hospital bed with an IV in her arm, and that a doctor was examining what was still left of the wound on her head where the man had clawed her scalp. Chastity's pelvis ached like crazy and she immediately understood what that meant - she was horny. She licked her lips involuntarily. The doctor who was examining her was a really hot woman with a great figure. 

Something was not right! She felt a strange unpleasant feeling on her skin and realized that she was wearing a hospital gown. She felt the sudden uncontrollable urge to simply rip it off so that it would stop bothering her sensitive skin, but she felt too weak to move. Maybe she hadn't completely woken up yet.

Her father saw her open her eyes and went to hold her hand. She was hit with a wave of love what was horribly mixed with lust for this man who had raised her. She felt ashamed of herself for wanting him, but she was beginning to get used to the idea that she was not exactly in control of things like that.

"Hi, precious," her father said with a forced smile, looking down at Chastity. She tried to smile back, but it might have looked more like a grimace. She couldn't tell, she was suppressing the urge to bolt so badly.

"Daddy, what's going on here?" she asked. "What are we doing in a hospital?"

"You were bleeding. I didn't know what to do," her father said, sounding a little shaken. "You showed up out of nowhere, your head bleeding, without any clothing. I thought something, you know, might have happened."

Chastity blushed. Her father thought that she had been raped. That was what the men outside the hamburger shop had been planning before she kicked their butts, but if there was semen in her, chances were it was from a consensual encounter.

"I'm... I'm alright," Chastity said weakly. Why wasn't she waking up?

"Hello, my name is Dr. Susan Weiss. Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked.

"Yes. The hospital," Chastity answered. "But I don't know what day it is. I've been away from calendars for some time. Is it still August?"

"No, it's September now," the beautiful doctor said. She nervously pushed back a lock of brown hair, and the gesture made Chastity gasp with longing. "It looks like this old scar on your head broke open and bled. It closed on its own by the time you got here, so you won't need any sutures. But we are concerned because you lost consciousness and because the circumstances are, well, disconcerting. If you don't mind, the police would like to come in and question you. And we need your permission to do a rape kit."

"Rape kit?!" Chastity exclaimed. "I don't need that." She began to struggle. She wanted to be gone from this place. She wanted the damn needle out of her arm. She wanted this hateful gown off her body. She felt as though hives appeared on her skin where it was rubbing against her. Her pussy was practically burning up in the fire that raged down there. Not only the people in the room, but even random objects were beginning to look very attractive to her.

"I have to go," she said, a little too loudly. She felt like she was going out of her mind. The lights were too bright and her head was spinning. Everything was so sterile and metallic, it chilled her to the bone. "I don't want to talk to the police, I don't want to talk to anyone."

"The police just want to find out what happened to you so they whoever is to blame can be caught. You do want the people who hurt you to be punished, don't you?"

"I don't care!" Chastity screamed. Her hands began to rip and tear at the gown in her eagerness to get it off. The doctor tried to restrain her and her father tried to help, but the IV ripped out of her arm the wound bled just a little before closing up as though it never existed.

"Don't struggle. No one is trying to hurt you!" the doctor said. "We just want to help."

"It hurts. The gown is hurting me. I need to take it off.. Please, please, I need to get it off!" Chastity screamed with tears in her eyes.

She felt something shoot into her arm. What was happening to her? Why was she here? No! No!

The world seemed to be spinning and fading out at once, leaving her oddly panicked and nauseous. The pain in her loins seemed to become even more intense. She wanted to be anywhere but this hospital. Anywhere. Slowly and painfully, she lost consciousness.

She woke up in her princess bed wearing a fluffy white nightgown, which she quickly pulled over her head so leave herself pleasantly naked. 

The feel of the air on her skin was so refreshing, like a gulp of air after struggling to thrust her head above the water.

She spread her legs apart and slowly began to finger her clit, enjoying the priceless little shivers it sent through her deprived body. She was already sopping wet and her fingers slipped off her clit easily and dipped into her waiting hole, where she trust them in and out, fucking herself. God, that felt good! It seemed like an eternity since the last time she felt such a pleasant sensation. And such a juxtaposition, her very adult body so wrapped up in pleasure on the bed she had used as a little girl. It felt almost incestuous, it was so taboo.

Chastity sucked on her own nipples, massaging her breasts as though to bring them back to life. Oh, how long has it been since she felt so good? It was hard to believe that she had given a man a blowjob only a matter of hours ago. She felt so deprived! Her mouth longed for a nice plump cock to suck on. The thought alone was enough to make her jaw ache in longing, and she quickly climaxed, leaving a noticeable slime trail on her bed sheet.

She heard a knock at the door and quickly covered herself with a blanket. Shit! The material made her skin itch, but she forced herself to put up with it. She didn't want her father to see her naked!

Her bedroom door opened and her father walked in. Chastity found herself staring at the bulge in his pants with longing, her already sopping wet pussy getting even wetter.

"What, did they teach you to sleep naked in college or something?" her father asked, motioning towards the blanket she was covering herself with.

"Something like that," Chastity replied nervously. She didn't like having this kind of conversation with her father, especially when she was really horny.

"Well I guess it's none of my business what you do at school, but I wish you'd have the decency to wear clothing while you were staying under my roof."

"Papa, I can't!" Chastity burst out tears welling in her eyes. "Something's happened to me and now everything's different. I can't wear clothing. I can't stand the way it feels, and any injury I get heals in a matter of seconds... and... and..." She couldn't mention the rest. How could she tell her father that she was always horny? That she needed to fuck five or six guys a day or her groin would begin to burn and she could barely breathe? Let alone the tale of the nymphs and the orgy that had transformed her. It was like there was suddenly this invisible barrier that divided her from everything she cared about, and it frustrated her. Why? Why did she need to be excluded? She still loved her father, even if she couldn't help the dirty thoughts that were going through her head. She was still the same woman she was a month ago, only everything else seemed different.

Her father sat back and seemed to think about what she said.

"You know the trouble I had getting you discharged from the hospital? I had to promise them I'd talk to you about rape counseling. Now, I don't know what happened to you, but you're just not acting normal," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm not normal! That's what I'm trying to tell you," Chastity said. "Do I have to prove it?" She got up and went to the little mirror over her dresser she had used since she was a little girl and knocked her hand through it.

Her father stood up panicked, thinking she had surely gone insane. He tried to pull her away and examine the wound. She wanted to reach out and kiss him. But instead, she simply wiped the fresh blood off with the bed sheet, revealing her fleshly healed hand underneath.

"You know, I don't have an old scar on my head," she said reasonably. "The doctor only thought I did because the wound healed so quickly. Don't you see? It's a gift. It's something special. And back in Canada, there's a group of women who want me desperately, they want me to come back to them so they can fight some war against the McKinley company. Isn't that a blast? And I left them because I missed you and Mike and school, and I don't want to be so different! Why can't I just fit back in?"

Her father seemed stunned for a moment, as though there was just too much for his brain to absorb. And at that moment, Chastity lost control and pounced, kissing her father roughly on the lips, her breasts pushing up against her torso. And so confused and aroused he was that he didn't push her away but kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her back to hold her as though it were a normal hug. She felt his cock begin to harden against her, and it drove her crazy with repressed desire. Her pussy burned, and there was no helping it. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted him to be the one to fuck her. Maybe that had been the real reason she had traveled so far to come home. It seemed possible, but the thought made tears form in her eyes.

"I want you," Chastity cooed in her father's ear, and she felt a shiver run through him. How could he become so horny so easily? How could he want her, this man who had raised her from a child, who always told her right from wrong? What was going on? Was this part of her new life? Could she have any man she wanted, no matter how twisted the desire was? She didn't know.

She forced herself to back away and set herself down on the edge of her princess bed. She spread her legs apart and ran a finger along her slit. Her father groaned appreciatively. She could tell that she was making him very horny. She had fucked so many men over the last few months that she could almost smell it on him.

Her father fumbled ineptly with his belt and pants, trying to pull is cock out. Chastity saw it almost as an affectionate gesture, but it sent a shiver through her, as though her father was removing his belt to whip her with it, which was oddly not unappealing.

Chastity spread her pussy lips apart to give him a good look at her insides.

"Isn't this the prettiest cunt you've ever seen?" she laughed. She was dripping wet and her pussy was glistening with juices.

"Oh yes," her father breathed, practically drooling. "So... beautiful."

This made her giggle with joy, as though he was tickling her.

"Come, why don't you tell me how desperately you want me," Chastity said, completely and recklessly intoxicated by his fierce attention.

Her father moaned. "Oh, don't torment me! I know I shouldn't want you at all and it tears me up. But I do! I do!"

He looked like he was about to cry, and she wrapped a arm around him.

"Sometimes you can't help what you want," she said knowledgably, kissing the top of his head. "And sometimes it's good that you can't."

Chastity laid down on the bed, almost as though she were going to sleep, but instead she spread her legs apart for her father and beckoned for him to come lie on top of her.

He propped himself up on his elbows so that he wouldn't put too much of his weight on her at once and kissed her roughly on the neck, as though he wanted to suck her flesh into him. He shifted his weight forward so that he could take his hard cock in his hand and begin to navigate it towards her hole, rubbing it mercilessly on her lips and clit and making her squirm with anticipation.

Chastity felt like she might come when he pushed into her, the sensation was so strong. She felt so deliciously full and at the same time so awake, so alive, as though every nerve she had was firing at once. Her father began to thrust in and out in and out, rocking his hips like a starved man, his hands touching her all over, further stimulating her breasts, belly and clit.

Everything he did seemed to be so right, so much better than anything Chastity could have instructed him to do, as though he knew her body better than she did. Perhaps he had been admiring her for some time now. She didn't know what fantasies had gone through his head when she was been in high school, and had honestly never thought of it.

Had he masturbated while looking at her graduation picture? Did he imagine the women in his dirty magazines to have her face and body?

She thought of herself lying in her bed as a young woman, beginning to feel the hunger that she didn't really understand, and imagining her father's big strong hands touching her all over. How long had she wanted him? Had she really wanted him, or was it all the effect of the curse?

No, she had wanted him before. She thought of the juices that flooded her panties as she used to lie in her bed half-awake. She didn't understand what it meant then, only that she felt slightly sinful and that something made her breasts ache. But know she understood the longing. It was the same as that desperate fire she had constantly felt since that time on the beach. It was the lust that consumed her life. For how long had she been so desperately horny? It seemed impossible to guess. 

She had always thought of herself as innocent and chaste, she never noticed the dark desires she always suppressed, and it made her shiver to realize it.

Her father kissed her roughly on the lips. The feel of his mouth on hers was so warm so loving and so filled with emotion that it almost overwhelmed her. She opened her lips wide so he could put his tongue in her. It was so different from the tongues of the other men she met on her travels. As before, she felt every little touch against her mouth, as she did every little movement of his hands and cock, but somehow it felt more magical, more intimate than anything she ever experienced with anyone else.

"Oh, Papa!" she moaned as he kissed her neck. "Oh! You make it feel so good."

Her father groaned and his pace in her increased, doubling the sensation as he continued to thrust his way frantically in and out of her.

Chastity clutched at her own breasts in desperation. They felt so large, so heavy, she was almost afraid she'd lose control of them if she forgot to hold on to them. Or perhaps she was afraid she'd give herself whiplash.

She could feel her father knock against her g-spot. It was a delicious sensation, so intense it was almost indistinguishable from an incredibly pleasurable pain.

She wanted to come more than anything. She was so horny. Her pussy sloshed with every single thrust, and the sound coupled with the pleasure was almost hypnotizing. 

Her crotch ached with longing so much that it felt like she was falling apart on the inside. But she knew she wasn't going to come yet. Her own body was acting against her. Her pleasure threshold was too high, it was infuriating.

She felt like a little girl being denied candy. She sat up to rub her own clit while her father continued to fuck her, and immediately the sensation flooded over her like a great tidal wave. It was so strong and sweet that she could hardly stand it, yet she loved every moment of it.

Her father began to slow down as though he was reluctant to come and end their kinky adventure. But he smiled brightly, very happy with himself for the orgasm he had helped give Chastity. 

He bent over and kissed her roughly on the lips again, obviously enthralled by the texture and taste of her mouth.

Chastity gasped. No man had ever treated her like this before. No man had ever been this attentive or this knowledgeable.

Chastity's father sucked at her sensitive little nipples, making them ache even more. She felt like her whole breasts had become mounds of fire. She squeezed and messaged them as her father began to lick the nipples, teasing them to even greater hardness.

"Oh Papa, you're teasing me!" Chastity moaned. Her whole body was on fire again. She knew she could quickly come and that it would be every bit as powerful as her last orgasm. She wanted to come again. Her whole body told her so. She honestly didn't know how she could be so horny. It was too much, even for a supernatural being. 

She felt her father begin to thrust again. He braced himself so that his upper body was lifted up into an arch, like a Halloween cat. His pace in her increased so quickly that she was afraid she was going to die.

Within ten thrusts, Chastity climaxed again. She was right. The sensation was every bit as good as the last one, maybe a little sharper and shorter, but definitely just as terribly and beautifully intense.

After twenty thrusts or so, her father pulled out and his cock erupted all over her breasts, leaving them all white and creamy with his cum.

He groaned and began to lick his seed off of her as though he were a cat lapping milk out of a bowl.

It really tickled, and Chastity laughed and squirmed, definitely enjoying the attention.

When the mess was gone, her father seemed to collapse on top of her and she reached out to hold him. He seemed like he was about to cry, and Chastity was trying to soothe him.

"What have I done? I shouldn't have molested you. What sort of father am I to do something like that to my own daughter! I'm a beast, I tell you, a beast! But I couldn't help myself, you were just so tempting. So damn seductive! And it's been so long."

"You didn't do anything to me that I didn't want you to," Chastity said, trying to make the words sound simple and logical. "You gave me exactly what I needed. I... I told you that I'm different now. I can't live long without, you know, sex, and I can't seem to resist any man that I come across, even you."

She felt a couple of tears begin to roll down her chin and tried to yell at them on the inside to go away. She was happy, she hasn't done anything wrong. She hasn't deliberately done anything to hurt anyone.

But she knew that something happened between her and her father, and that it changed everything. They couldn't go back to being the way they were any more than she could stop being a sea nymph. And that made her incredibly sad. It felt almost like when her mother died, an incredibly sharp feeling of loss. And no matter what she tried, she couldn't shake it off.

She continued to hold her father. It felt so right, like a simple embrace. If she didn't let go, she didn't have to feel bad. Even if it was stupid for her to be unhappy, she wanted to cling to him like she did when she used to have bad dreams.

The sun shone through the little window and the heat felt good on her nude body. Slowly but surely, she was lulled into sleep.




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 03



When she woke up, her father was gone. Had it all been dream? She couldn't believe that she'd fuck her own father, nymph or not. It just wasn't in her character!

She got up and walked into the kitchen. Her father was cooking breakfast and her brother Michael was sitting reading the newspaper. Chastity had almost forgotten that he came home for the summer to work at her father's construction company.

She ran and gave her brother a hug. He seemed rather embarrassed. It was only when his eyes wouldn't meet hers that she realized that her bare breasts were pressed against his torso. She could feel his cock beginning to swell against her.

"Leave your brother alone," her father said, without looking at her.

"For Christ's sake, Chastity! Why don't you have any clothing on?" her brother asked. He was obviously trying very hard to think only brotherly thoughts about the whole situation.

"Chastity is going through a nudist phase," her father answered before Chastity could open her mouth. "I think it's something she picked up in college."

"I am not going through a phase!" Chastity said, stamping her foot like a little girl. "How many times do I have to explain it to you?"

"At least once," her brother answered, folding up the newspaper and setting it down on the table. "So tell me, what is it you're going through if not a phase?"

"I'm a sea nymph," Chastity said. "I was magically changed over the summer in Canada."

"Oh, right, a sea nymph. I should have realized," her brother replied, grinning. 

"Don't make me put my hand through anything else to prove it," Chastity said, balling her fist up as though she wanted to hit her brother. "I already demonstrated for Dad a couple of hours ago."

"Dad, is Chastity breaking things?" Michael asked incredulously. "Why in heaven's name didn't you tell me! Next thing you know, she'll be slitting her wrists like Mom did and no one will tell me about it! I'm sick of always being kept in the dark!"

Chastity picked up her brother's knife and pricked her finger with it and then wiped the blood off with his paper napkin, holding her finger up so he could watch the cut heal. The whole time her brother was on the edge of his seat, fighting the urge to jump up and get the knife away from Chastity.

"Now tell me that you think I'm psychotic! Tell me that I'm manic-depressive like Mom, huh? Get me a prescription for valium while you're at it, and make sure I get hooked!"

"Calm down, little sister!" Michael said, staring at his father who had gone back to cooking. "There's nothing to get so upset about. No one thinks you're insane."

"Well, I'm not!" she said, trying to force her voice to sound mild. "And neither was Mom." 

"We will not be discussing your mother," her father said, putting eggs and toast on the kitchen table. "Now eat your breakfast and then go back to your room. You can't just walk around the house naked with grown men around. It's asking for trouble."

Chastity suppressed an evil laugh. She could tell from her father's inflection that she hadn't dreamt the hot sex she had with him. He was feeling guilty, but he still wanted her. She could feel that it was threatening to drive him mad.

She didn't like making everyone uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but be what she was. And she couldn't help but think that the sexual tension in the air was as much her family's fault as her own.

Her brother was simmering as he ate, and she could feel that he still had a bulge in his pants, without even looking.

Chastity ate her food quickly and went back to her room. She didn't feel like socializing at the moment, and decided she'd rather play with herself for a while than talk to her family.

She was beginning to wonder if Alia had the right idea, running away from her family without a single word. She messed up her father by sleeping with him. He wasn't the sort who took his own faults lightly. But then again, he'd probably come around. He wasn't really half bad, and he did love her.

She began fingering herself, gently teasing her clit until she was so horny she could hardly take it. She pumped a couple of fingers in and out of her hole, making herself squirm on the edge of her bed. If she had known how much fun it was to play with herself before she became a sea nymph, she probably would have never left the house.

She giggled merrily, enjoying the sensations that trickled through her body.

The door opened and her brother walked into the bedroom. His jaw dropped when he saw Chastity's hands so expertly toying with herself.

"Please, don't pretend you walked in on me by accident," Chastity said, dramatically bringing herself to orgasm to give her brother a better show. "You've had a hard-on for me for years."

"I'm worried about you, little sis," Michael replied evenly, though his eyes never left her breasts and pussy. "You've been acting strangely. I wanted to see if I could do anything to help."

"Well, you could share that lovely cock of yours with me! It's hard to give myself a proper fucking with just fingers," Chastity said, staring her brother in the eye as though this was a showdown that she intended to win.

"Stop being vulgar," her brother said, adjusting his crotch ever-so-slightly in his pants as he continued to stare.

"Oh, fine. Be boring!" Chastity said and went back to playing with herself. "I need my after-breakfast fuck. If you're not willing to oblige me, then I'll just have to do it myself."

Her brother opened the bedroom door a crack and looked out, as if scanning the hallway for something. He closed the door abruptly and turned to face his sister.

"Ok, ok. I'm not normally one to turn down a good fuck, even if it is with my little sister. But what if Dad found out? He'd kill me!" 

Chastity laughed. "Oh, don't worry about Dad, I fucked him before breakfast."

Her brother stared at her open-mouthed, completely incapable of believing his ears.

"You what?" he exclaimed. "No, you couldn't have. Dad's been going to a urologist because he hasn't been able to get it up since Mom died."

"Well, he sure as hell got it up for me," Chastity said. "I suppose he must be feeling guilty about it now and that's why he treated me so badly at the table." 

Michael laughed. "You always did know how to get to people. I guess that's why I used to enjoy hanging out with you so much as a kid. I never knew what you would do next."

"Oh, come on!" Chastity replied. "You know I never used to do anything interesting."

"Of course you did," her brother laughed. "You always came along when I went to buy dirty magazines, and you never told Mom or Dad. I always thought that was really cool of you."

Chastity laughed. She had never really thought about herself that way, but she decided that she liked it, as though her brother's good opinion somehow eased some of the pain she had been suffering since her transition.

"Come here and fuck me. You know you want to," Chastity said, spreading her legs apart so that her brother couldn't help but stare at her lovely pussy. "I haven't quite got my quota of cock for the day yet."

Her brother gulped, his eyes fixed on his sister's body. "On a second thought, I couldn't possibly do something like that," he protested weakly.

"That's bulge in your pants seems to indicate otherwise," Chastity said, rubbing her clit playfully, her eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. "What are you waiting for?" she added, continuing to finger herself. 

"You want me to just drop my pants and fuck my little sister?" 

"Yes, that's what I'm asking," Chastity said. "But if you're not man enough, you can just stand there with your mouth open, drooling, while I masturbate. I suppose I don't mind."

"What are you, some sort of nympho?" her brother asked.

Chastity just laughed.

"Come on over here," she said, motioning seductively with her hand. Her brother simply came over as though he was completely under her control, or as though the last of his inhibition has suddenly been conquered.

He slipped out of his clothing quickly and thrust his cock into his sister, right where she was at the edge of her bed, even though he had to struggle to keep himself in position.

The penetration was very deep and Chastity moaned as her brother's cock knocked against her cervix. Her pussy, which was already completely soaked, began to overflow with juices, which ran down her legs all the way down to the wood floor of her bedroom.

Her brother grunted. His cock slid in and out of her, almost too easily. But his legs were burning from holding the awkward position for so long, and he pushed Chastity backwards onto the bed, landing on top of her. He passionately kissed her mouth and neck as though he couldn't get enough of the taste of her flesh.

Chastity moaned softly as her brother continued to thrust in and out of her. It felt so good, as though she had wanted this for a long time but never before gotten it. Her pussy was so wet that she was completely soiling the bed sheets. The cock in her seemed to be pumping life into her as they continued to fuck, first in one position and then another. Chastity wrapped her legs around her brother's torso as if to hold him in place, as though she was afraid that he would leave her if she let go. The change in angle made his thrusts penetrate even deeper.

Michael pushed Chastity's legs far apart with his arms and continued to thrust, a greedy little smirk on his face, as though he enjoyed the power he had over her.

Chastity climaxed, her body convulsing uncontrollably in ecstasy, a stream of juice squirting from her pussy. A moment later, her brother came, injecting his hot load deep inside her body.

He laughed softly, as though he had just told a dirty joke.

"Shit, you really are a horny bitch," he said, his voice shaking in laughter. "You ejaculated more than I did. We're going to have to wash the sheets."

"Don't bother," Chastity said with a giggle. "I like the smell of sex." She could tell that her words were stimulating her brother. He reached out to grab her breasts from behind, roughly kissing the back of her neck.

Her father walked into the bedroom wearing his bathrobe, looking as though he expected to get laid. His jaw dropped when he saw his two kids making out with each other.

Michael made to cover himself, but Chastity simply stood her ground, not really having anything to cover herself with.

Her father's face began to harden, as though he was seeing what Chastity had become for the first time and didn't like it.

Chastity smiled slightly, feeling deliciously sinful.

"Come on, Daddy. I can't get all my sex from you, there's a limit to how many times a day a man your age can get it up."

"But your own brother! How low can you get? You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

Chastity felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. No matter how stupidly her father was acting, it was hard for her to hear someone she loved saying such hateful things about her. She held her head very straight and made herself not cry. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

"If I knew you were going to be so stupid about it, I might not have come home in the first place!" she exclaimed, trying desperately to keep her voice from shaking. She didn't really know what she was saying and didn't really care. She needed to say something, whatever it ended up meaning. "I am what I am. You can either accept that or you can't have me in your life at all. It's your decision."

"Don't you understand? I just want what's in your best interest," her father said, his voice and his face as hard as the erection that pushed against the fabric of his robe. "I want you to be something respectable. What father doesn't want that for his daughter?"

"I can't be respectable anymore. I can't be responsible. I've been responsible all my life and it almost drove me mad! So I say fuck it, I'll have some fun."

Michael laughed, and their father turned his glare at him. Chastity could tell by the expression on her father's face that he was trying deceive himself into blaming her brother for her corruption, and she shook her head decidedly.

"There's no reason to blame anyone. I'm happy with how my life is now, honestly. I don't feel dishonored or anything, and I enjoy having a lot of sex. Besides, you didn't come into my bedroom to argue with me. You came because you really enjoyed having sex with me and wanted to do it again. Well I'm here, unoccupied, and I'm very willing to fuck you. So get off your damn high horse and do me already!"

Her father still seemed unconvinced, but Chastity began to remove his robe anyway, taking special care to brush against his erection while she did so. His cock seemed to jump to life. As aroused as he was already, his daughter's attention brought his desire to a whole new level.

Chastity knelt down and began sucking on her father's hard cock, loving the way it felt in her mouth, the way it was both hard and gummy at the same time.

Her brother moaned and began playing with his own cock, quickly teasing it back to an erection which he rubbed contentedly against the flesh of Chastity's back and butt.

Almost before she knew it, her brother had pressed himself into her butt, and the sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. Chastity burned all over, and his thrust seemed to rock the very core of her body.

She felt another jarring sensation and at first thought her brother's cock had grown to twice its girth, but soon realized that her father had put his cock in her pussy, so that her bottom seemed impossibly occupied. Chastity began to massage her breasts and sucking on her nipples, which felt so limp and unsatisfied compared to the rest of her body.

If she made any noise, she didn't know it. She was completely wrapped up in this new experience of being fucked by two people at once. She decided that she really liked it. It made her feel so powerful, so open and so vulnerable at once. It was completely intoxicating.

It seemed like only seconds before her first orgasm, and then she had her second, the feeling swelling in her to the point where it was almost overpowering.

After they came, her father and brother quickly brought themselves back to hardness against her sweat and juice-lubed body, and so they were able to continue in this manner well into the night.

---

Chastity's return to her all-girls college was scandalous. She refused to wear the skimpy little uniform that the lewd-minded designers forced on the other girls, or any other clothing, for that matter. This was completely unheard of in the school's nearly hundred-year history. 

Perhaps worse, Chastity was known to openly solicit the attentions of other students, often gathering the girls into massive orgies. There was no doubt that she ought to be expelled. She was a disgrace to the institution, and besides, she just didn't fit in. Surely it would be in her own best interest to attend a more liberal university, perhaps in California or New York.

The campus newsletter published a whole big article about the scandal, including a picture of Chastity in the buff, and though the paper was quickly pulled from circulation, it was not quick enough to keep reporters from becoming aware of the incident.

The college authorities were swamped with letters, some screaming for Chastity's removal and others threatening protests if she was expelled.

Chastity used the small sum of money she had saved away to buy vibrators, which she used in class to get herself off ten or twenty times as she listened to lectures, raising her hand to ask questions when she was not satisfied with her teacher's explanations.

And if she felt she wasn't learning anything useful, she'd simply get up and walk out of the class, taking the attention of the other girls off their lessons.

One day Chastity left class and slumped down on the little sidewalk that separated the lecture hall from the central courtyard. The warm sun felt good on her skin, but still, she wanted to punch something. Her head seemed to be swimming with meaningless details that refused to condense into a reasonable theory. She always seemed to feel this way after her biology classes, as though there was something entirely wrong with the field itself, and not just the way her professors were teaching it.

It reminded her of her summer program in marine biology, in which she had to prove that oil spills were good for the environment. Nothing seemed to fit into the picture she was told was right, and somehow she just couldn't make it work in her mind.

She stood up, brushing the dirt off her ass, and headed towards her dorm room. Outside the door was an express mail package. She picked it up to look at the return address, but it was marked with strange characters which she couldn't understand it at all.

Curious, Chastity sat down on her bed and opened the package. Out fell a collection of news clippings, including a couple of public relation articles about the McKinley Oil and Fishing company and a story of two female police officers who were thought to die in a car crash twenty years ago, but whose bodies were never recovered. At the very bottom there was a note in elegant female handwriting: "I hope you might help put the pieces together. Nadia." 

Chastity threw everything into her trash can. Crazy people, she knew one of them would get through to her. It was only a matter of time, considering the publicity she was getting.

She decided she'd get on the computer and maybe look at porn or something. But the moment she logged onto her computer, a message popped up on the screen: "I'll be in the Portland area tomorrow at noon, hope we can talk. Nadia (Nadezhda S. Menshikova.)"

Chastity unplugged her computer from the wall in panic, practically tearing the power cord in the process. Her heart was racing and she was covered in cold sweat. 

Who the hell was this woman who was tormenting her, and why wouldn't she leave her alone?

It was so aggravating. Just because she didn't wear clothing and needed to have sex about a million times a day, everyone was coming out of woodwork thinking they had the right to demand her time and attention, that they had the right to tell her how to live!

She wanted to break something, but somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She did back-hand the wall a couple of times, but it was double-layered, and the drywall didn't crack. 

Chastity got into the shower and let the water just run off of her. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. Why did everything have to be so difficult for her now? Why couldn't she just be invisible to everyone, like she had been before? Why couldn't she just fit and not have to think so hard about every little thing?

She was restless all night. She had convinced two girls from her dorm to sleep with her, but her mind was somewhere else, and in the morning she was as discontented as if she hadn't gotten laid in weeks.

She didn't have enough peace of mind to attend her morning classes, so she sat in the cafeteria instead, trying to take nibbles out of her cheeseburger and drinking far too much coffee.

Nadia didn't say how she intended to met her, and Chastity definitely wasn't going to the airport. In fact, she fully intended to avoid the meeting altogether.

But still, she couldn't help being a little curious. It took special talent to target a person's computer that way.

Maybe she was just a little bit impressed, and maybe she was just a little bit tempted to make the meeting, but even if she wanted to, she was powerless to do anything. She didn't know Nadia's flight number or hotel room or anything of the sort.

Chastity picked a little of the plastic-like cheese off the edge of her burger and put it in her mouth. It was better not to get involved, Chastity thought. She was barely getting by in college, and her life as a human might well be near an end. She really didn't need any more complications.




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 03



But somehow, it felt like her heart was breaking, like somehow she'd already fallen in love with this woman she had never met and their relationship was doomed from the start.

Chastity heard the sound of a helicopter flying overhead and turned to get a look at it. It descended on the grass of the quad, and a beautiful red-haired woman stepped out. She took one good look in Chastity's direction and big smile spread across her face. 

Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail that trailed to just below her bottom, and though she was wearing a practical-looking leather coat and pants, they looked both expressive and elegant on her very feminine body. Chastity couldn't help staring, trying desperately to memorize every little detail.

She had never met a woman who looked so free, so powerful, unless it was the nymph Lena. But Lena always acted a bit like a bratty teenager. Chastity tried to compose her thoughts. She didn't want think about Lena now, nor Alia, not when she was struggling so much to fit into human society.

Chastity decided she would be better off walking out to meet the strange woman, who she was sure was Nadia. She got up from the table, leaving her food where it was. When she was close enough, the woman put out her hand. When Chastity shook her hand, Nadia pulled her closer and gave her a big hug, as though she was a friend she hadn't seen for years.

Other students began to gather, attracted by the sound of the helicopter's engine, and Chastity began to feel nervous and a little modest.

"Right, helicopters draw attention," Nadia said, as though she had just now realized it. Her voice was very clear and crisp, and she spoke slowly and with a bit of an accent. "Perhaps the two of us ought to go someplace more private. Your dorm room, perhaps?"

"What about the helicopter? You can't just leave it here," Chastity protested.

"I don't think anyone is going to steal it," Nadia replied with a elegant little chuckle.

"But it's got to be illegal! You could be arrested," Chastity said. 

Nadia put her hand in her pocket and activated some sort of remote control. The chopper suddenly took off and disappeared into the distance.

"There, all better," Nadia said with a knowing smile. Chastity's mouth hung open. 

"Impressive, yes? I programmed it myself. It was a bitch installing Linux onto this old Soviet chopper, but as you can see, it was well worth the effort," Nadia said, with a smile that could almost pass as modest.

"Wow!" Chastity replied, staring up at the aircraft as it soared out of the school grounds. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, directing her attention back to her new acquaintance. The two of them were heading up the stairs to Chastity's dorm room.

"It can wait," Nadia replied, unzipping her coat and adjusting her undershirt to show as much skin as possible. "It's been hours since I've had a good fuck."

Chastity laughed and pulled her keys out of her backpack to unlock the door.

Nadia sat down on Chastity's bed and spread her legs apart, touching herself through the material of her pants so suggestively that Chastity could hardly keep her hands to herself.

Chastity moved over towards her bed and pushed the other woman back until she fell on her back, her long red ponytail fanned out behind her neck. Chastity gasped and began struggling with Nadia's top, peeling the coat off her like the skin off a fruit. The package she had received yesterday was still in the garbage can by her desk, where she had roughly tossed it. Her black computer was in screensaver mode and scrolled Nadia's message across the screen.

Chastity unsnapped the buttons on Nadia's leather pants and pulled them down her legs. Nadia helped by wriggling out of them. Chastity was so shocked to see that Nadia wasn't wearing any panties that she had to use all her willpower to refrain from losing herself and eating Nadia's pussy. That was the one thing she could never let herself do, create other women like herself.

She hesitated for a second with her head between the other woman's legs, trying to brace herself against the sudden urge to do something what she really shouldn't. Nadia looked down at her with the face of a five-year-old ready to throw a temper tantrum.


Chastity stood back up and began to kiss Nadia roughly on the face and neck, her hands slipping beneath the shirt to clutch at her Nadia's round breasts. Nadia almost didn't react, as though she had missed out on what she really wanted and had no interest in anything else. Even when Chastity reached her hand down to her clit and began to rub it, Nadia only barely writhed under her touch.

"What's wrong? " Chastity asked, her hair draping down to the sides of Nadia's head. "Do you need to talk first, after all?"

Nadia smiled bravely, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She reached up and kissed Chastity hard on the mouth, stroking her back lovingly as she did so.

Chastity moaned around Nadia's mouth. Even after months as a nymph, it never ceased to surprise her now much she enjoyed something as simple as being kissed. But she refused to let herself get distracted. She reminded herself as she plunged two of her fingers into Nadia's pussy, she wasn't going to lose herself. Nadia was stalling and she didn't know why. Something about Chastity's hesitation to lick her pussy had bothered her. There was obviously more to this situation than Chastity realized.

Nadia's hand slipped down to Chastity's clit and she began to stroke it frantically, sending little shocks of pleasure through Chastity's body. It felt so good that Chastity almost forgot herself and let go of everything. She really was so easily manipulated by sex.

Chastity climaxed quickly, and Nadia seemed to come also. The two of them pumped their hips into each other, nearly crushing their hands in the process.

"Now let's talk!" Chastity said firmly. She sat up and wiped off some of the juices that were flowing down her leg. "I want you to tell me why you've gone through all the trouble of contacting me. I mean, for heaven's sake, you hacked into my computer! You landed a helicopter in the courtyard! You must want something from me."

"Right now, I want you to eat my pussy." Nadia whispered into her ear, wrapping her arms around Chastity's neck seductively.

Hearing Nadia talk like that had a powerfully affect on Chastity's body and she almost lost the last of her restraint. She only vaguely remember the inhibition, the promise to herself that she would make no other women be like her, which was the only thing that kept her tongue from all the other women's pussies the entire time she was at this university. The promise was like a faint spark in the back of her mind, burning brightly but at a great distance.

Chastity's tongue flicked against Nadia's upper inner thigh, as though she was teasing herself and Nadia, not quite giving either one of them what they really wanted. But the teasing was enough to make Nadia writhe in longing.

"Nadia!" Chastity moaned into the flesh of the other woman's leg. "I want to. I really, really want to, but I can't! Don't make me explain it to you."

"You don't have to explain," Nadia said, uncoiling her legs from around Chastity's neck and sitting up cross-legged on the bed, looking both proud and pouting. "You're under a spell. A curse, you might say. And you don't want to give it to me. But what you don't understand is that I know. That's why I went to all the trouble of finding you and making contact. I want to be what you are. It's been my dream ever since I was a little girl. I know all about your issues with the McKinley Company, and know I can be valuable to you. That's what I was trying to tell you with my messages. That's the reason for the flair."

Chastity couldn't help put feel a little hurt and used. Nadia was only interested in her because she was a nymph. There were no other feelings attached to this at all, not even the desire for good sex. There was no reason for it to be her. Any nymph would have done the trick, Persephone or Angelica or Stephanie or Lena. Lena?

"What did you say your last name was again?" Chastity asked.

"Menshikova," Nadia replied.

"So you're what, Lena's great-great granddaughter or something?" Chastity asked incredulously.

"Great-grand niece, actually," Nadia said, her eyes narrowing as if she was having trouble understanding what Chastity was saying or somehow couldn't believe they were talking about the same person. "But there would be many more greats than that. Elena Petrovna Menshikova disappeared during the time of Catherine the Great, or so family legends say. I'm assuming you know they are more than just legends, or am I wrong?"

"Wait. Hold on a minute. Catherine the Great?! What was that, late 1700s? Are you telling me that I spoke to a two-hundred-year-old woman?"

"So you have met Lena!" Nadia exclaimed, grabbing Chastity by the shoulders. "You've got to take me to her. I've got to see her with my own eyes. I need to know for sure that she is real!"

"I saw her a couple of months ago. I met her while I was doing research on Vancouver Island. But I don't have any reason to suspect that she's still there."

"Take me there anyway. There might be a trace of her we can track!" Nadia said, putting back on her jeans. Her face looked desperate, which was odd on such a powerful woman. Chastity found it almost frightening. "There has so be some clue, some lead. And if there isn't, what would be the loss? It would be a little vacation for the two of us. I have enough money to treat you like a queen. Imagine it! Moonlight walks on the beach, fucking all night in our own indoor Jacuzzi, any kind of food you want flown in from anywhere in the word. It would all be ours if you come with me."

"No. I'm not going back," Chastity said without hesitation. "You have no idea what I went through to leave them. I need to live my life the way I want. I can't let people like you and Lena tell me how to live my life. If I go back, I'll have to run away all over again. They might grab me and force me to stay. I can't live that way, I just can't!"

Nadia listened to Chastity as though she couldn't understand a word she said, although that of course was not the case.

"You have a chance to be something important, something that transcends reality as most people know it. You're going to give it up because of some fear of commitment?"

"That's not what I said at all. I never asked to be part of this stupid fight against the McKinley Company. I was dragged into it when they raped my best friend. Why would I ever want to be part of their group after they did something like that? I want no part of it!" Chastity had to stop herself. She was nearly yelling at this woman, who she hardly knew anything about. This wasn't the proper way to discuss important matters.

"I see," Nadia said, her voice even. "You feel about the nymphs the same way I feel about my apartment in Moscow. I suppose that can't be helped. I just wanted you for company, mostly. I get lonely on long plane trips and need constant stimulation. But since you don't want to go, please give me the coordinates for this beach and I'll go talk to them myself."

Chastity went to her desk to get the papers related to her trip, but she turned when she heard a beeping in Nadia's pocket.

Nadia swore loudly in Russian and pulled a device from her coat pocket that looked like a regular cell phone, but most probably wasn't. 

"Fuck, I thought it would take longer than this for them to track me! Your Homeland Security budget must have paid off," Nadia said with a cynical grin. 

"Don't tell me you're some kind of a terrorist!" Chastity said, almost impressed.

Nadia laughed. "Your security organizations couldn't tell a terrorist from a cat in a sack. Let's just say my presence in America is not welcome and chalk it up to old Cold War politics. You might also be interested that there are men when with questionable ethics and orders to take hostages headed towards your dorm room right this moment. You don't happen to have a back door, do you? Oh, I see there's a window."

"You're shitting me!" Chastity said.

"Afraid not," Nadia replied. "So, you're on the third floor. Good, if it was any higher, it wouldn't be safe to jump. I don't assume you've ever been parachuting?"

"Once with my brother, just before I started college," Chastity replied, feeling rather apprehensive.

"Good enough." Nadia said. She was opening the bathroom window and pulling off the screen. "You do remember: feet, butt, back, yes?"

"Yes," Chastity said breathlessly. Were they really going to jump? There didn't seem to be any real reason! No one was hammering on the door or anything. But there was the noise of cars outside, which bothered her.

"You've got to trust me," Nadia said. "Things like this have to be done quickly to escape capture. You go first. I'll be right behind you."

"You've got to be kidding!" Chastity protested, looking down at the manicured lawn three stories down and the little bit of sidewalk that separated it from the wall of the dorm building. "This is like a leap of faith or something. How do I even know for sure that you'll follow me?"

"Oh, I will," Nadia said, glancing towards the door. "Honestly, I can't wait to get out of here. But if I go first, you might freak out and not jump, and I don't want that on my consciousness."

"I'm frightened," Chastity said, but she was climbing up on the bathtub and out the window. 

"Of course you are. Don't give in to it. If you hang out of the window by your arms and kick off your with your legs, you'll clear the pavement and decrease the length of your fall."

"Okay," Chastity said. She had the expression of a deer in a car's headlights. But she dangled out the window the way Nadia told her. And after only the slightest of hesitation, she pushed off, landing beautifully in the grass and then running off so that Nadia wouldn't hit her when she landed.

The way Nadia moved could only be described as elegant and calculated, and she got up from the grass without the slightest injury. Chastity had a cut on her bare butt from the impact, which bled a little before healing. The nymph herself was out of breath, but none the worse for wear and actually a little excited that she had done something so hazardous and unusual.

But she was still surprised that she didn't see any signs of conflict, and was beginning to think Nadia was only manipulating her, until she heard the sound of a door being broken in and got a glimpse of three men with what looked like assault rifles rushing into her dorm room.

Nadia prodded her and they ran. Oh, thank goodness she was a good runner, because Nadia was fast. Chastity didn't want to believe what was going on, and in fact she didn't really believe it, even though it was really happening.

Her mind was blank. She wasn't conscious of why she was running. She was as scared as she ever was in her entire life, and at the same time she still couldn't completely believe in the woman that was at her side. Everything that was happening just seemed so fantastic, it must be some sort of a setup. Maybe the people with guns were really Nadia's allies. It couldn't be the government! Chastity hadn't done anything wrong, and it wasn't her fault if Nadia had. She didn't know, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't have handed Nadia over to the authorities if she did.

"Stop thinking so much! It's slowing down your running," Nadia panted. "We need to get clear before I can call for a plane to pick us up. I don't want them to start shooting down planes. That might lead to some sort of major international incident."

Suddenly, Chastity felt someone grab her from behind and kicked back hard, sending the man back a couple of feet and onto the ground. But he obviously had military training, and so got up quickly.

Nadia pulled a device out of her coat and threw it to Chastity. It was a taser. Her father had given her one at one time to take with her when she went jogging.

"Take this and run," Nadia said, turning to take on the man and two others who were approaching.

"I can't leave you. I can fight too!" Chastity said. "I heal quicker! They can't kill me."

"They can do worse!" Nadia said. "Ever been tortured? It's not fun." She dodged a man's gun and succeeded in throwing him over her hip. 

"Why don't they just shoot us?" Chastity asked Nadia while she punched and kicked at the fellow who was attacking her. "I'd think it would be easier than attacking us straight out like this."

"Stun guns," Nadia said, securing one from the man she had thrown. "They want a sure shot. Governments are cheapskates. Besides, two cute girls like us shouldn't be any kind of a threat. Oh, shit!" A tranquilizer dart had hit her in the arm.

"I guess I underestimated the defense budget," Nadia said with a laugh as she pulled the dart out of her arm. "I've got about a minute before I pass out from that," she said. "We need to hide."

Chastity zapped the man who was closest to her and then ran behind Nadia. They weren't that far from a body of water. Didn't she read somewhere that runaway slaves used to go through water to hide their scent? No, that's if there were dogs What if she ripped Nadia's clothes off and turned her into a nymph? She definitely didn't want to do that. She promised herself that she would never turn anyone into a nymph. It wouldn't be fair to them. But then again, Nadia wanted it! But then again, Chastity didn't really know how this super healing thing worked! I might not be quick enough to keep Nadia from passing out. Anyway, if they stopped they'd be caught for sure. What could she do?

Nadia just collapsed in the middle of a step. her foot hit the ground at a weird angle an her whole body buckled under her. The men who were following them laughed.

One man pointed a gun at Chastity and fired it. It wasn't a tranquilizer gun, but a pistol he had pulled out. The bullet hit her in the back, where it ricocheted off a rib and punctured a lung before leaving her body.

Chastity fell down forward on top of her friend. She was only partially conscious when they bound her, and then she lost consciousness.



Secrets of the Deep Ch. 04



Once there was a little mermaid who was forced to wear heavy wreaths of pearls on her head and a parade of oysters on her tail to show that she could take her place amongst her noble sisters and inherit the title she was born to. She bore the pain with great endurance, for she knew no other option.

Perhaps it is not so surprising, considering all, that she became obsessed with her first glimpse of something different, something less ephemeral. She was willing to give her tail and slice tongue for it. It was perhaps predestined for her to fail, for who has ever heard of a mermaid with a soul?

But one cannot cease to wonder. What was it like to step up onto the beach on new legs, tongueless, tailless, her very life dependent winning the affection of another? Where did she find the power to keep herself from curling up and crying when she woke up on the surface and found herself changed? 

We all have dreams we can perceive hazily beyond the horizon. Little indistinct visions that weave their magic to drive us onward towards change and give us strength when we are weary and hope when we are lost. Yet things happen that change our plans and give us a glimpse of something else. And there are times at which, like Chastity or Jasmine, we awaken to the vision of a whole new world, irreparably changed.

---

"So, you finally caught one? For real?"

"Of course, for real. I put a bullet through her so that she ought to have bled to death on the inside, but she's just lying there like nothing's happened. You can't even see the exit wound anymore, it's completely closed."

"You've got to be shitting me. I thought they were only a myth. Do you think she'll fuck me? I mean, she's supposed to be a total slut."

"I figure she's gotta. They need to fuck every few hours for strength, or they'll starve. That's the way I've heard it."

"Damn, that's hot. They were right when they said this job had perks."

Chastity slowly opened her eyes and found herself bound in a dark warehouse. Two guards were making the vulgar noises she was hearing, and almost despite herself, she was actually considering fucking them, whether or not they were complete assholes. She was that horny. Plus, see had heard and seen enough to convince herself that they weren't exactly highly trained government agents. She thought that she might be able get herself a slight martial advantage during sex.

She turned her head to the right and saw Nadia, apparently passed out next to her. But a moment later, Nadia opened her eyes and gave Chastity a warning expression. Chastity noticed that Nadia's bindings were only superficial. While Chastity was asleep, Nadia had somehow managed to almost free herself. Nadia moved her eyes to gesture at the two guards Chastity had seen and then at two more she hadn't. Four guards! So, they were outnumbered after all.

Oh well, she had never been cocky enough to think that escape would be easy. Chastity looked around. There were boxes everywhere, none of which seemed properly labeled. What kind of warehouse was this?

"Oh, I'm so damn horny!" Nadia moaned. "Oh, Chastity, won't you turn this way and eat my pussy for me? I'm just so fucking horny."

Out of the corner of her eye, Chastity noticed that the two guards who had been talking before where looking over in her direction, practically drooling over the prospect of hot lesbian action.

Chastity's hands were tied behind her back, but she began to unbutton Nadia's pants with her mouth while the guards looked on and drooled. Apparently, they really didn't know that much about nymphs, Chastity thought, otherwise they wouldn't fall for such a simple trick, and the way they had been talking before, she had almost believed they knew more about her kind than she did.

Ha, she could have kicked herself if her feet weren't bound, she should have known better than to believe a word that came out of her captives' mouths. Men always think they know everything, but nine times out of ten they're just full of shit.

Nadia moaned like a whore, even though Chastity wasn't really doing much to precipitate it. She decided that her friend was playing a part in order to hold the guards' attention. She was doing a hell of a job, too. Chastity could feel their eyes on her, and it made her very uncomfortable. Try being both very horny and very clever at once, in a life or death situation. It's not a lot of fun! Plus it was insanely difficult to snake Nadia's tight pants far down enough to eat her pussy without using her hands.

One of the guards whistled in appreciation. Another muttered under his breath and let his hand just sort of rest on his pants above his cock.

"Oh, you make me so hot!" Chastity moaned, deciding that it was the best way to keep up the front. Plus, it was true. She was practically going out of her mind from horniness. Maybe the guards really did know a thing or two about nymphs, after all. She licked and all over the area above Nadia's slit while she pulled and tugged at the leather.

"Someone give her a hand," the guard with his hand on his crotch said. "It's taking too damn long and I'm getting bored."

"You have no patience for anything, do you?" Another guard laughed. "Fine, I'll get the bitch's pants off. But then I get first fuck after the show's over."

"No way then, I want to be the one to take her pants off!" the first guard said. "Then maybe the slut can eat my cum out of her pussy. That would be so fucking hot!"

"Dude, we don't want to stand around watching you fuck her! I've got my heart set on seeing some hot chick-on-chick action."

"You're just trying to hide the fact that you've got problems getting hard."

"I'll show you hard, you son of a bitch!"

"Fuck, you two are fags! Save it for the women."

"Who are you calling a fag, fag?!"

Chastity stopped listening to the stupid argument. Scared though she was being tied up in a warehouse with four armed men, their conversation was so pathetic that she had to fight back a fit of giggles.

Nadia moaned softly again, an obvious cue for Chastity to keep going. If she could get Nadia's pants off and get her tongue to her clit, Chastity could turn her into a sea nymph, and though that wasn't quite an escape plan, it seemed like a step in the right direction. Sea nymphs had special powers and super strength and healing. That would really help when it was time for them to escape.

Chastity finally managed to ease Nadia's pants down just enough that her clit was barely visible, and she attacked it with her tongue as though she was on fire.

The men suddenly stopped their argument, which had almost turned to blows, and stared open-mouthed as Chastity's mouth worked Nadia's clit and Nadia writhed against her fragile bindings.

More than one of the guards pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it. Watching them pleasuring themselves, it would be hard to believe that men are capable of using their genitals as weapons. They looked more the part of a team of highly trained monkeys pulling at a series of levers hoping to get a reward.

Chastity was so horny that she hardly remembered the primitive plan. Her tongue and mouth seemed to grip Nadia's body automatically, and she herself moaned with the pleasure of eating her friend's juices.

Both women writhed against the concrete. Chastity wanted a cock in her badly and was almost excited when one of the guards slipped himself into her and began pumping in and out of her rapidly, as though he was afraid that at any moment he would be pulled away and replaced by another guard.

Chastity refused to ease up on Nadia's pussy. Nadia needed to come for the transformation to happen, at least that's what Chastity thought. It wasn't really like she had been educated in the fine art of creating other sea nymphs, and she was pretty out of when Alia converted her. Otherwise she probably would have never agreed to it.

Someone did end up pulling the guard in Chastity's pussy out with such a force that it almost made Chastity come. And when another cock pushed into her, she did come, her juices leaking down her legs and onto the concrete.

The man in her pussy slapped her ass hard and laughed, still thrusting in and out of her.

"See? I told you about these whores. They're so fucking horny they love being raped. Shit, they ought to make more gals like this.

"Hell yes!" another man said, ripping off Nadia's shirt so he could fondle Nadia's breasts. His thumbs flicked across her nipples.

Chastity couldn't tell whether Nadia was really enjoying the attention or not. She tried not to think about it too much. Nadia was sure as hell moaning like she was enjoying it, and that would have to do for now. Chastity drove her tongue into Nadia's pussy, causing her friend to moan even more. 

Hopefully, nothing the men could do to her would keep Nadia from having an orgasm. It was a matter of life and death that she have an orgasm, and Chastity could only wonder whether even a woman like Nadia had enough control over her body to honestly be aroused in circumstances like that. Couldn't there be something more direct and effective they could be trying, like kicking the guards' butts rather than fucking them?

What were they, sluts in some sort of cheap porno? Why were they doing things this way? It was driving Chastity mad. She was almost about to give up when Nadia came. 

The sound was muffled because there was a cock pounding in Nadia's mouth, but she moaned very loudly, so loudly it seemed that the entire building shook. A moment later, there was a blinding light, and when it cleared, all the guards were unconscious.

"Such a filthy cock." Nadia said kicking the man whose cock had been in her mouth. "I suppose hygiene must be a low priority in America. As if it ever was with men in Russia!" She laughed and stood up. The bonds that had tied her were broken. She ripped off what was left of her pilot outfit and let it drop to the floor. "A pity," she said, staring down at it for a second wistfully. "It was a nice outfit." 

Chastity suddenly realized that she too had the strength to simply pull her legs and arms apart and wondered why she had never thought to try before now. Maybe she had become used to rejecting her own power by running home to her family rather than standing and fighting with the other nymphs.

Nadia hadn't been supernatural for more than a couple of minutes and she was already incredibly powerful. It made Chastity almost ashamed to think about it.

They ran out of the warehouse. Right outside the door, Chastity looked back just for a second and gasped.

The warehouse they had been held in was clearly labeled: "McKinley Oil and Fishing Company."

Nadia looked up to see what Chastity was staring at and laughed. "Now you are beginning to understand."

"But why? I didn't do anything to the McKinley Company besides run out during the middle of my summer research project!" 

Nadia shrugged.

"You must not have paid attention to your history books. War is often cruel and stupid," she replied.

"But why? Why do we have to fight?" 

"Were you not just with me?" Nadia asked, as though she couldn't understand the question. "Did you not just see? We have to fight to stay alive, we have to fight so we do not have our arms and legs bound and so that we do not have to be fucked by random men with filthy cocks which taste like sewer water."

"I was with you. I saw everything. That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking what's the reason for the war in the first place!"

Nadia shrugged. "I'm afraid you'll have to take that up with Lena. It never bothered me. You must understand, I've wanted this ever since I was a little girl. I've never bothered to wonder why."

"I can't understand you," Chastity said, shaking her head. "How can you devote yourself to something so completely without understanding it at all?"

Nadia shrugged. 

"You find something you want to do and then do it. That's the sort of decisiveness it takes to really live in this world."

She flagged down a passing taxi and the two of them got in.

"To the airport," Nadia said to the driver. 

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" The driver asked. "Not that it's really my business. But it's not normal for two proper-looking women to be outside in a commercial district without any clothing. That's why I was so willing to pick you up. Are you sure nothing happened?"

"Oh, something happened, but it's of no consequence. Please take us to the airport. I have a friend there who will help."

"If you insist," the driver said, sounding nervous. "But I'd feel more comfortable taking you to the hospital."

"I'd feel more comfortable if you didn't bother to worry about our safety. Believe me, we are quite capable of taking care of ourselves, aren't we Chastity?"

Chastity nodded a little meekly and the driver pulled the car onto the road. Chastity had no idea what airport they were going to or even what city they were in. She had been unconscious during the entire kidnapping and had no idea how much time passed between when she was shot and when she woke up in the warehouse.

She could only suppose that Nadia, who had clearly woken up first, had some idea of what she was doing.

Chastity felt lost and vulnerable. Whenever she was teamed up with another nymph, she always seemed to let her take control without any thought. Maybe there was something to what Nadia had been telling her. Maybe she really did need to take leaps of faith every once in a while, or she'd never become truly powerful. 

"You've gotten quiet," Nadia commented. "Don't tell me you've gone into shock!"

"No, of course not, I was just thinking." Chastity said, coming out of her thoughts just a little.

"Ok. Good. Listen. I have a contact at this airport who will give us a plane, so we get to have our little fantasy vacation after all."

"Oh, goody," Chastity said unenthusiastically.

"Listen, you aren't thinking about going back to your dorm room and leaving me, after all we've been through together? You don't belong there, you already know that."

"You can't know where I belong and where I don't," Chastity protested. "I was doing fine in college before you came along and disturbed my life. I was learning a lot and I was having a proper life. I would be in class right now, rather then who knows where, doing who knows what."

"You are so boring," Nadia replied with a sigh. "I don't see why you want to have a normal life. It's just a pointless march from birth to death, which is twice as pointless for you since you're immortal. Haven't you ever wanted to be something better?"

"I've never thought about it that way," Chastity replied. For some reason Nadia's words reminded her of standing in the sea water, her hair blowing in the wind, looking out into the water, and it was some time before the memory subsided enough for her to continue talking. "I suppose I never knew there was anything more to have in life, before... Before I lost Alia to the sea."

Chastity suddenly felt funny mentioning Alia to Nadia, as though the two of them were somehow rivals even though they had never met, and she colored slightly and abruptly became quiet. Nadia, however, seemed only politely interested.

They rode the rest of the way to the airport in silence

---

Jasmine Coleman was in some respects a very privileged child. Her father had a stable job at bank, which he managed to keep during the great depression, and he moved his family out to California so he could get a graduate degree in biochemistry shortly before the U.S. joined World War II, making him too valuable to draft. So unlike other girls, she never was forced to be without money or a father, but also unlike other girls, she was born neither quite black nor quite white, though one couldn't tell it at a glance, one had to know. But still, it was like a curse which forever separated her family and her from the rest of the world. She could never bring friends home twice. She never got to visit her grandparents' home for Thanksgiving. It was always just the three of them, mother, father, daughter, and the outside world never seemed to have the power to touch them, until Jasmine went to high school.

Within weeks of turning eighteen, Jasmine, who was now a beautiful slender woman with short black hair, caught the eye of a young John McKinley, heir to a small fortune, who was attending classes at the local university.

It was love at first sight, and within weeks they were more intimate than was generally considered acceptable during the time period.

"Raise your feet to the sky!" her lover would moan in her ear as he thrust his way in and out of her. "How else will you get your little taste of heaven?" Jasmine would giggle and kick her legs up playfully, but what she never said was that with him, it was always heaven. She seemed to come alive for the first time in his arms, for the first time she felt accepted for who she was, for the first time she felt like anything could happen.

When Jasmine found out she was pregnant, she was wonderfully happy and so was John. They were going to get married of course! In a huge church, with his huge overbearing family, and then they were going to live happily ever after, just like they did in the story books, because remember, this was a world where fairy tales still sometimes came true, even if there were only two guests on the bride's side and her sister had to be the bridesmaid.

A week into the honeymoon, Jasmine lost the baby, and try though they might to fill its loss with another, the seed just refused to take.

And yet they were happy. John's father died young from a heart attack caused by eating too many greasy foods, and John, who was a natural businessman, quickly took the family company by the reins and led them all to ever greater fortune.

But how can I tell you what it was that broke their happiness? It was not an evil witch or a devil king. It wasn't her husband's inattentiveness or arguments over infertility. It most certainly wasn't the buxom woman who Jasmine caught out of the corner of her eye sometimes was she walked along the beach. It was something both more simple and more complex, more sinister and mundane.

It was the monster of tabloid media!

The local newspaper, on the five year anniversary of their marriage, decided to print the unbelievable tell-all story of the remarkable McKinley. The company's stock quickly tumbled. No one was willing to trust the judgment of a man married to some monstrous mixed-blood whore, and nothing John could do seemed able to save the company.

The couple fought for the first time, though it didn't last long. John hit Jasmine across the face and she ran out of the house. A witness saw her going towards the ocean. She was never heard of again.

Fifty years later, the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company was a major world power and Jasmine Coleman was still a slender woman with short black hair that seemed to kiss the sides of her face as she moved.

She still fucked with her legs thrown high above her head but she was no longer a married woman. She chose her partners nearly indiscriminately, like all others of her kind.

But she still did enjoy walking onto oil platforms and seducing a wayward worker or two while no one was looking. And for a time, she could taste heaven on the tip of her tongue. She drove men wild. More than one jumped into the ocean after her and drowned. It was very bad for morale. One or twice a secretary or a receptionist, or, heaven forbid, a female engineer, would be wooed away and simply disappeared off the rig, but unlike the men, their bodies were never recovered.

Jasmine walked along the beach alone, taking in the sights without really being seen. It still sort of surprised her how invisibly she could wind her way through a crowd even when completely naked and she wondered vaguely when was the last time she really felt seen. Even the men she fucked were more decorations than sex partners, nothing more than animated dildos, really, and what did it matter if a dildo noticed you? 




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 04



She felt a little invisible among the nymphs as well. Sure, she had on again, off again relationships with Elena and Persephone, but these two were much older than she was and time had seemed to make them bitter in bed. Angelica and Stephanie were much too scatterbrained to be of any real interest, as were the others who had only become nymphs within the last ten years. At times she seemed close to Maria and Alexandra, the two police officer women who had "died" in the early '80s and who were approximately the same age as the child she had lost as a teenager, but the two of them had been close long before they had become nymphs and shared a bond that Jasmine would never have again with anyone.

Her parents both died in the mid-eighties, and though she never left the water to speak to them while they were still living, she dragged herself out to attend their funerals, even somehow managing to force her sensitive skin to endure the incessant rubbing of a black silk dress so she could show proper respect as the coffin was lowered into the ground along with one of the only people who had ever really loved her.

Much to her surprise, John McKinley himself attended both of the funerals with a woman young enough to be a granddaughter clinging to his arm as though it were a stuffed animal. Once or twice, she saw him turn and look in her direction and his face blanched slightly as though he had seen a ghost.

She barely bothered to look at him, even though her heart was pounding, and for a time she became aware of everything she had lost with her immortality and she was tempted to follow the coffin into the ground. It was only through a supernatural force of will that she kept her feet planted on the grass.

She walked out of the cemetery surrounded by a crowd of family she had never known. The life she had once known lay six feet under. No one seemed to notice her among the other people. It was as though she hadn't appeared at all.

But she was used to that.

At the party afterwards, she hauled a cousin she had never met into the closet and fucked his brains out. She pulled off the little black dress she had been wearing and found that her skin underneath had become red and raw from where it rubbed against the material.

She rocked back and forth on her cousin's cock frantically, as though it would somehow make everything better, as if it would make the pain stop, which of course nothing could. She moaned softly and tears began swelling in her eyes. The man she was fucking didn't notice in the dark. He was a married man anyway, just looking for a little bit of fun. He didn't really care who was on the other end of his cock as long as he got off.

When she got home, Alexandra laughed at her. She had her long black hair tied back in a ponytail the way she always did when she had been out swimming, and she combed the tangles from the end while Jasmine talked about the funeral. She had only been a nymph for a year or two and see couldn't see why anyone would ever go back to the surface for anything but more sex. Of course, Alexandra's parents disowned her when she refused to get married before she turned thirty. They were a traditional Chinese-American family and refused to understand why Alexandra wasn't interested in men.

"Fuck them all!" she said, tossing her hair. "Life's better under the sea anyway."

Jasmine laughed. But she didn't feel happy. She went downstairs to the entrance room with the enchanted statues which held the souls of some of the more interesting men who had died at sea. She woke up a pirate from the 17th century and an old Greek sailor by saying a magic word while gripping their testicles and prepared herself for her own semi-private orgy.

Elena was on the other side of the large hall, violently soliciting the affection of three Russian trade ship sailors who drowned about the time she was born, and their intercourse was as violently verbal as sexual.

What a way to refresh one's native language, Jasmine thought vaguely, kicking her legs up high above her as the pirate pushed the head of his cock into her. The sailor began messaging her breasts and clutching at her ass as though he couldn't get enough of the feel of her body. Jasmine vaguely wondered what sort of men theses statues had been in life, but it was really not her concern. They had been dead and stuffed in the underwater cavern since long before she was born. Elena had collected them from around the world in her first hundred years as an immortal. That was all Jasmine knew, and basically all she cared to know. They were fun to fuck, and that's all that mattered, that was the only reason for their existence. They were woken up to act as sex toys, and that's how she intended to use them. So why were tears beginning to well up in her eyes?

She wiped the tears away violently and tried to concentrate on her feet. Her legs were aching ever-so-slightly from the exertion of holding them steady over her head. It seemed both to emphasize and somehow take away from the sensation of the cock pounding in and out of her.

Somehow, she didn't feel the sublime ecstasy that she normally felt. There was no little taste of heaven waiting for her. It was just more of the same, more of the same, as though she was somehow feeling the sensation though a fog of blackness or through a paper sack.

She must have come three or four times, but it almost seemed more like her body's defense again further stimulation than an actual climax, and the sensation was mild, almost nonexistent.

Jasmine fell to the floor and wept silently when the two statues returned to their pedestals, though for the life of her she didn't know why she felt so upset, only that it must have something to do with her loss. Lena put her arm around her and led her upstairs to the bed chamber that she mostly used and covered her with a thick blanket.

The material was course and rough against her skin, but it was oddly pleasant, feeling her own body heat warm her. She had felt so cold and unreal, like a corpse in a coffin, and it was almost painful to remember the power of her own body.

The next day she seduced a man who was depressed because his wife had left him. Three days later his body washed up ashore.

---

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The quiet little beach closest to the nymphs' lair, where Chastity and Alia had met, was now crowded with school-age children. The peace that the nymphs had once enjoyed there was shattered. It was all lost, for where there were children, adults were always much on guard, searching the crowds in their restless quest to identify freaks and perverts.

Lena and her friends had no choice but to limit all shore-going activities to the hours after dark, when all the children and their meddlesome mothers were gone. Lena was especially outraged that it was all the doing of the McKinley Company. It was just the sort of horribly frigid thing that John McKinley and his board of directors (all of whom were also old, white and male) would think to try! Imagine thrusting children at nymphs, children who get underfoot and try to peer into everything, children whose mother's are so untrusting and judgmental that one couldn't even look at them without the police being called, mothers much too frigid to allow their pussies to be eaten.

Things had gotten so bad that when Nadia and Chastity came to confirm their hotel reservations, the concierge refused to admit them, and it was only Nadia's insight to give the fellow a rather substantial bribe that resolved things so that the two nymphs weren't thrown out the door. Even then, the two had to wrap themselves head to toe in the rough cloth the man handed them before he'd let them walk through the lobby and up the elevator to their room, which by the way was the most expensive one in the entire hotel, the one which guests purchase with the expectation of special service.

The bellhop who led the nymphs up the stairs touched them lightly, not quite like a man touches a woman whose body he finds attractive but not quite like they were a foul smelling bag of dog droppings, either.

The moment that the door was closed behind her, Nadia ripped the cloth off of her and swore loudly in Russian. Chastity just slumped down as though she had completely lost the ability to animate her body. She clung to the cloth that was covering her as though it was a life raft, and Nadia saw that she was trembling slightly.

Nadia tried to remove the cloth from around Chastity, but her grip was too tight. What was she doing to herself, this strange creature, her friend who had been so proud and independent at her college campus, this girl that Nadia had admired greatly from the time that she had begun reading articles about her? Nadia could almost feel the welts that must be forming on Chastity's skin. She couldn't see them through the cloth, but her body knew. Her own skin was rather red from where she had been covered, and Chastity held the cloth to herself with much the same attitude as a martyr being led to the cross.

"God damn it, Chastity, snap out of it!" Nadia said, raising her hand as though she were going to slap her friend to bring her too her senses, though somehow she couldn't bring herself to do that. "You can't just sit there with that thing wrapped around you."

"I'll heal," Chastity said, holding the sheet even closer to herself.

"What's wrong with you?" Nadia asked sharply. "We're in our room now, there's no reason for you to be hanging on to that piece of shit."

"I'm embarrassed," Chastity replied just as sharply. "I feel so dirty hanging around here. I don't know why, but its driving me mad."

"Isn't it just that terrible man at the front desk and that piece of shit cloth he made us wrap ourselves in for the preservation of childhood innocence or some such shit. You really shouldn't let that kind of crap get to you. It's just hot air."

"No, it's not just that," Chastity said, letting go of the cloth just a bit. "I've been feeling bad ever since I got off the plane."

"Yeah, I sort of noticed that," Nadia conceded. "I've been noticing the feel of eyes on me since we arrived, too. It's disconcerting."

"It's more than just disconcerting" Chastity replied, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

Nadia yanked the sheet off of Chastity and wasn't surprised to see that the skin underneath was red and raw.

"Come on. We'll take a bath and order some room service. It will make you feel better."

"You really think it will help?" Chastity asked. She couldn't believe that a feeling as bad as hers could be affected by something as simple as a little food and fun.

"Well, it sure as hell can't hurt," Nadia said with a little laugh. "Besides, I made sure we had one of those little in-room spas when I reserved the room. It would be a waste not to take advantage of it."

Chastity smiled. "You do have a point."

"Damn right I have a point," Nadia laughed. "Besides," she said, picking up a hotel menu. "I bet they'll get us champagne with our food."

Chastity smiled a little naughty smile. "You know I'm not old enough to drink."

"Oh, do I need to get you juice instead?" Nadia asked with a sly expression.

"But of course! I always play things by the rules," Chastity replied, standing up and presenting her breasts to Nadia.

Her friend grabbed her by the nipple and tugged her towards the bathroom, her hand sliding for just a moment between Chastity's legs as though she were trying to judge just how damp Chastity was. Chastity moaned softly and allowed Nadia to lead her towards the spa. Nadia didn't even pause as she picked up the room phone. Chastity grabbed Nadia's nipples right back as they kept moving towards the bath. Nadia moaned and fell backwards with an elegance that betrayed its intention. Chastity landed right on top of her, their pussies rubbing together slightly as their legs fell around each other. Chastity kissed Nadia passionately on the lips. Nadia inched closer to the bathroom, her back rubbing against the carpet. Chastity began to suck at her nipples, as though she was desperate for the taste of her soft flesh.

"Hey, no fair, fucking me before we get to the bathtub!" Nadia moaned, standing up part way, holding up Chastity in her arms. 

They half-fought, half-fucked their way to the bathtub.

"Oh, you are such a little slut!" Nadia laughed before Chastity could cover her mouth again.

Chastity smiled around Nadia's mouth. Nadia pushed her into the bathwater with a large splash, and Chastity pulled Nadia in after her. She mercilessly pushed her friend's legs apart and pushed her tongue into her pussy. Nadia moaned and writhed, splashing water out of the tub. 

Chastity laughed against Nadia's mound, sending little bubbles of air up through the water. A little water went up her nose, but it didn't hurt and she found that she was as happy to breathe in water as air. Somehow she had been too distracted while she was swimming to realize it until now. This was very peculiar! It distracted her for a moment and her tongue stopped his merciless flicking against Nadia's clit.

Chastity popped her head up. "You've got to try it!" she laughed at Nadia. "It's like having gills! I could spend all day underwater if I wanted too." 

Nadia dipped her head under the water and her nose bumped against Chastity's bellybutton. Chastity laughed out loud. "Shall we call for room service now? I'm starved.

Nadia snaked her tongue into Chastity's pussy, pumping it in and out quickly like it was a cock. Chastity moaned. However, Nadia, nymph or not, wasn't comfortable keeping her head underwater long enough to make Chastity come that way, and she pulled her head up and kissed her friend roughly on the lips.

"It's so interesting being different," Nadia sighed. "I feel so powerful, and I always seem to be learning new things about myself, like that I can breath underwater."

"You seem so confident though. You're always telling me how to do everything. It's hard to imagine that you don't know everything."

Nadia broke up into a fit of laughter. "Shall we call for room service now? I'm starved," she said, grabbing the phone. Chastity picked up the menu. 

"You know I half thought as a nymph I could just get away with fucking and never have to eat again," Nadia said, punching numbers into the phone. Chastity noticed that bubbles from the hot tub still clung to her friend's body and was sorely tempted to use her hands and mouth to remove them. She moaned a little and walked over to where Nadia was standing. Her tongue snaked out and began traveling up Nadia's legs, causing Nadia to squirm as she waited for someone to pick up the phone. Nadia giggled happily as Chastity's tongue inched closer and closer to her pussy, her hands crawling up onto her thighs.

It wasn't that much later that a bellboy arrived, carrying a tray of food. Chastity and Nadia had somehow managed to stop having sex long enough to order, half in moans. This fellow was new to the hotel, and the concierge had made sure to warn him that these particular customers were morally loose and had had tendencies towards exhibitionism, but still he was startled when he opened the door to the penthouse and found Nadia and Chastity on the floor completely naked, their legs wrapped around their heads and despite himself he immediately sported a huge erection.

"Oh, good food," Nadia said, her foreign accent sending chills though the bellhop's body. "Would you like to stay and eat with us?" she added, eyeing the crotch of his pants hungrily. "Perhaps you have a couple of friends who are hungry also?" She stood up and walked over the man, who was really little more than a boy, maybe nineteen years old at most, swaying her hips seductively. She grabbed him by the tie gently as though she intended to pull him over to the bed and fuck him. Her lips were an inch from his face. 

He quickly agreed that he had a couple of other friends who worked at the hotel who would be glad to come and join a couple of beautiful women for dinner in their bedroom, and Nadia sent him off, swatting his butt playfully as she opened the door for him. After she had closed the door behind, Chastity broke out laughing.

"You're really good at seducing men," she said trying to suppress her giggles. 

Nadia shrugged. "I was a total slut before I even became a nymph," she replied as though the answer didn't mean a thing to her. "I needed a lot of men and women, so I got used to getting them."

Chastity thought about this for a moment. She had been so good her whole life as a human that she never really realized that other people had different ways of living. Sure, she knew there were bad girls and prostitutes, but she would never have thought that her own friend would go around seducing men and women alike. It was a little unsettling.

"Come on," Nadia said, throwing Chastity a piece of bread and a leg of fried chicken "I don't really think we're going to have much time to eat when that pubescent bellhop comes back with his pimply friends." 

"They aren't really that young!" Chastity protested. "That fellow was probably the same age as me. You make it sound like statutory rape or something."

"Oh, I forgot that you were only nineteen," Nadia said, waving her hand dismissively. "Us old folks enjoy treating anyone under twenty as though they were still in elementary school."

"That's mean!" Chastity exclaimed. She stuffed her food in her mouth and threw a pillow at Nadia.

Nadia sidestepped it easily and dived in between Chastity's legs.

"How's this for an apology, then?" she asked as her tongue began to snake up into Chastity's pussy.

The door opened and a team of five men, ages ranging from eighteen to fifty, came in, each carrying a plate of food. The youngest one nearly dropped his in excitement when he saw Nadia eating Chastity's pussy. 

Chastity turned a shade of bright red. Some of the nervousness she had acquired on the trip up the stairs to their hotel room hadn't yet dissipated, and she felt oddly vulnerable with so many eyes on her, though as a nymph she was already rather wet between the legs at the thought of being fucked by so many men. 

Her pussy was on fire as she stood up and grabbed a pomegranate from the tray that had nearly fallen to the ground.

She slit it open expertly with a fingernail and began drinking the juice from around the little seeds, her face turning red from the fluid that spread across it as she ate.

Nadia laughed and began stuffing her mouth with sushi. She offered part of a piece which she held out of her mouth like a tongue, to the oldest of the bellhops, whose lips brushed against hers as he took the food into his mouth.

A fellow who was probably about thirty decided that he wanted to stuff a peeled banana into Chastity's pussy. He crawled underneath her, his cock already hard in his pants and spread her pussy lips apart so he could make the insertion. Chastity moaned into the pomegranate as the piece of fruit entered her and the bellhop began to thrust it in and out.




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 04



The banana was rather soft, and it broke inside of her, causing the bellhop a little bit of embarrassment. He decided that the best course of action to extract the wayward banana would be to get down on his knees and try to drive it out using his tongue and the wall of her pussy as though they were chopsticks.

Needless to say, Chastity found this very distracting and her knees threatened to buckle under her.

Meanwhile, Nadia was rubbing brown chocolate pudding over her breasts and nipples while two of the bellhops began to lick it from her body almost as quickly as she could apply it. A third bellhop was obviously enjoying rubbing the dessert on the both the outside and the inside of her ass and pussy.

The tongue in Chastity's pussy was sending little pleasurable tremors coursing though her, and she couldn't help moaning like a total slut, even though she was feeling more than a little ashamed of herself for being so horny. 

A man came up behind her and began massaging her beautiful large breasts, his hard cock pressing against her butt cheeks. It was an intoxicating sensation. Chastity's whole body seemed to be on fire, his touch seemed to affect her everywhere. She was already desperate, both from her recent fun with Nadia and from the tongue that was mercilessly probing her vagina in search of the missing banana, and she came quickly.

The second man undid his fly and began to rub himself against her slit, getting it all wet and stimulating her clit at the same time. Chastity continued to moan. It felt so good she could hardly believe it.

The three other bellhops had pinned Nadia to the ground and were busy working their tongues over her trying desperately trying to get as much of the pudding and her skin into their mouths as possible. They sucked and licked every inch of her, paying extra attention to her ass and pussy even when all the chocolate had been cleaned from it.

A fellow who was probably just old enough to drink shook a champagne bottle until the cork popped and its sticky contents landed just beneath Nadia's belly button. Ignoring this trickle of fluid, he parted Nadia's pussy licks and inserted the ice-cold neck of the glass bottle into her pussy. It felt really weird and Nadia squirmed a little in excitement. She could feel the cold all the way up to her navel, and it was a really delicious sensation.

Almost before she knew what was happening, she was tilted backwards so her pussy was in the air and nearly all the rest of her hovered above the ground. She felt the cold sticky liquid begin to fill her more fully than any cock could. She felt almost as though she might burst from it, though of course she was nowhere near that point.

All of a sudden, the bottle was removed and the liquid began to poor out of her. The youngest man was lapping the champagne from her pussy like a man dying of thirst. 

He was quickly pushed away by another man, who began to eat her out even more forcibly. But the young man was persistent and he wedged himself in next to the other man so he could steal a piece of the Nadia's champagne-filled pussy.

The bellhop behind Chastity slowly eased himself into her ass while another one managed to push himself into her pussy. It was a really tight fit, the two men and the banana, and Chastity felt quite stretched. She was really horny, so being stuffed like that felt extra nice.

One of the men who had been attending to Nadia moved over to Chastity and began nibbling on her nipples, making her cry out in both pleasure and pain. Her pussy was so wet that the man who was up it slipped out of place three times and had to change the angle of insertion slightly to wedge himself in. Somehow, as if by bad luck, the banana stayed in its place.

When all the champagne was gone from Nadia's pussy, the older of the two men who was eating her decided he wanted a fuck instead. He pushed the younger man aside and pushed his cock into Nadia's wet hole, grunting as he worked his way in and out of her.

The younger man decided that he didn't really have much hope of getting a piece of pussy, all the women in the room being quite thoroughly fucked, so he decided he would entertain himself by covering the rest of Nadia's body with soup.

The soup was very hot and it burned Nadia's skin a little, causing her to writhe against the cock in her even more and making her skin turn a pale shade of red. The younger man began to lick it from her, concentrating particularly on the clumps that pooled between her breasts and on her stomach. He was too distracted to notice that the redness vanished extremely quickly. He rubbed a little of the soup against her nipples to make them stand erect, a little sadistic smile pulling at his lips. When Nadia's nipples became hard enough to suit him, he began rubbing his cock between her breasts. The soup alone wasn't enough to properly lubricate the area without his member getting a little chaffed, and he was the sort of fellow who considered that important, so he put his cock away for a moment to grab a piece of very greasy meat which he rubbed around the area.

When he was down using the meat as lube, he put it in his mouth and began to eat it in time with his thrusts between Nadia's breasts.

The man in Chastity's ass came explosively, sending a large hot wad of fresh cum into her tight little rectum. He howled like a dog as he pumped into her ass one more time and the last of his seed left his body. His rhythm was so frantic that it caused the overwhelmed nymph to have another very powerful orgasm. The banana fell free of her pussy. Chastity cried out as it left her body. She was sorry to see it go!

The man in her ass pulled his cock free and grinned at banana that lay on the carpet in a pool of her juices. Chastity moaned in anticipation as the man began to rub the phallic fruit against her butt cheeks. He pressed it against her rosebud which easily yielded to the pressure. Chastity sighed as the banana began to enter her.

The man began thrusting the fruit in and out of her as though he was fucking her and his cock quickly hardened again. He rubbed it against her thighs as she continued to fuck a man underneath her.

The man in Nadia's pussy came next, injecting his hot load into her wet pussy where it mixed with the nymph's juices and began running down her legs. He knelt down and began eating up the cocktail as hungrily as though he hadn't eaten in a week.

The man between her breasts saw this and became so aroused that he came also. His sperm squirted out of his cock and landed on Nadia's stomach. 

For some reason, this made Nadia instantly come. Of course the man frantically lapping the cum from her pussy probably had something to do with her high level of arousal.

Somewhere nearby, a woman laughed.

Nadia sat up at once. That wasn't Chastity's voice and she had enough martial sense to be on guard when something new and unexplained was going on. She brushed the men off of her like a clump of hair on a jacket.

It took decidedly longer for Chastity to notice the intrusion. And then it was all she could do to push herself up into a sitting position while a bellhop continued to fuck her in the ass with the banana.

"Lena!" she gasped, futilely trying to cover herself. Her big swollen clit was pressed against the carpet. Somehow, she felt terribly naked in front of Lena, even though she hadn't worn clothing in months. Lena just gave the impression of someone who expected to be treated formally. "What are you doing here?"

Lena smiled and tossed her legs, baring her pussy for just an instant before covering it with her thighs again. "I felt your presence since your plane arrived," she said, her accent somehow slightly thicker than usual, as though she had gotten out of the practice of speaking English. "I see you've brought another. That's very good of you. Though I had expected you to turn out better at recruiting. Oh well! I suppose there really is such a thing as no talent."

Nadia was staring at Lena as though she couldn't believe her existence, and perhaps it was not surprising since she had grown up listening to stories about her.

Lena flicked her hand slightly, and the bellhops all righted themselves and lined up against the wall. She stood up and began surveying them as though they were meat cattle at a county fair. She grabbed at chest hair and testicles, comparing and contrasting between them, giving the youngest of them a very painful squeeze which very nearly toppled him over.

"You have very bad taste in men, too," Lena added, casting a scornful look back at Chastity. "You need not waste your time with these common losers. Not when there are bigger fish to fry!" She spanked the youngest on his bare ass and all five men quickly bolted from the room. "I see you've tired of the outside world, the way I knew you would , and decided to come back to us. I'm impressed you lasted as long as you did. The world is not a very kind place to women like us."

"So I've noticed." Chastity said nonchalantly. Now that the bellhops had all left the room, she was a little more composed, though she still had a piece of banana sticking out of her ass.

Nadia stood and moved a couple of steps closer to Lena, trying to draw attention to herself. She looked both proud and noble, but it was almost as though Lena was purposefully ignoring her. Nadia began to speak quickly in Russian and Lena's expression changed.

Chastity, who couldn't understand a word, was puzzled and impressed, though she felt oddly invisible having been left out of the conversation so completely, and at the first opportunity she interjected.

"I didn't just come running back to you!" she said, standing up. Feeling minimized had made her itch to prove her own worth. "We were kidnapped by the McKinley Company."

Lena waved her hand dismissively at Chastity and continued talking with Nadia. Chastity sat down on the bed and watched the two women talk. She felt a little chilly, so she wrapped herself in a blanket, but instead of feeling comforting, the way the material always had when she was a child, the cotton itched and throbbed against her sensitive skin. She became painfully aware of the feeling of the big sheet she had covered herself with when she had entered the hotel with Nadia, and of the sensation of guilt and shame that had accompanied it. It was all she could do to keep from crying. She felt so alone and powerless, so far away from the university where she had felt like home, where it had always seemed like she had had control over her life. She felt completely vulnerable to the whims of others, and perhaps for the first time, her transformation weighed down on her so completely that she could hardly hold herself upright. 

It was so petty of her to dissolve so completely just because she had been ignored, but she felt so invisible she could hardly remember that she existed. She couldn't go back home again. Not now, when strange and hostile men knew exactly where her dorm room was. She was on the run. 

But if those men from the McKinley Oil Company knew about her school, what else did they know? She'd left her family alone and completely undefended. What if they tried to get revenge on them for her escape? It seemed too horrible to even think about. But that didn't make it any less likely. If they thought that torturing her father and brother would provide some shred of useful information, they wouldn't hold back on account of human dignity. The men who had chased her after she had jumped out of her third story dorm room didn't seem to have any sense of honor.

"Chastity," Nadia said, putting her hand Chastity's shoulder. "Hey, you're shaking. Come on. You haven't really eaten anything for hours. It will take a lot of calories to recover after all the shit we've been though today. I bet you'll feel a lot better after you've eaten something."

"Yes. Eat something," Lena said. "The men have brought food and you are weak. You should eat and then we can talk."

"Lena was telling me all about the history of her clan," Nadia explained gleefully. "It's really quite interesting. Did you know it took her almost fifty years to learn that she could eat another woman's pussy? And even then, she didn't realize until some time later that she could make women into nymphs that way."

Lena didn't seem too thrilled to listen to herself being discussed in third person, but she took it with her usual composure. She walked over to the table and began chewing on a leg of fried chicken.

Chastity didn't really want to be near Lena. She hadn't liked her since the two of them met in her room at the youth hostel over summer vacation. Chastity thought Lena overly bossy and completely incapable of understanding other people's feelings, two traits Chastity had been taught to consider low and selfish.

"Come on, eat," Lena said, gesturing towards the other two nymphs with food. "You'll need to rest yourselves. Tomorrow we're going to war."

If Chastity or Nadia were shocked by this statement, they felt it was best not to mention it in Lena's presence. The three women ate to their hearts' content and it wasn't long before all there bellies were so full that they felt like they might explode at any moment. Then they curled up together on the large hotel bed, and after the obligatory threesome, during which they each had at least ten orgasms, they all fell asleep. 



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Once there was a little boy who never really grew up, but only grew older. As he grew to a respectable age, he never became anything resembling a respectable adult. He was also rather shorter than average.

As the years flew by, this midget of a man grew more and more frantic because it became obvious that he couldn't live forever. His knees began to ache as he walked and it took longer and longer for his heart to stop racing after he exerted himself in the garden.

But he was a very clever person, and so he devised a plan.

He sat down in the library of his big mansion and went to work, studying dark magic. In the pages of an old tattered book with odd figures he discovered a spell that would do the trick. He placed his soul in a needle and hid it among some straw contained within a goose egg, which lay inside a treasure box set into the shell of one the turtles who hold up the world. And that's how he became immortal.

But just because a person is very rich and very smart doesn't make him very kind or virtuous, and this boy-turned-old-man had a very peculiar disposition. He never bathed more than two times a year, so he was usually quite smelly, and he always walked around in sperm-covered pants. But perhaps most peculiar of all, he had a strange appetite for human hearts.

And so he still lives today, cummy pants and all, taking big bites out of the hearts of great men to make himself strong. As centuries passed, he had withered down to nothing and became invisible. His presence is felt in the puzzling hollow sound in the voices of heartless people. 

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1762

Lena looked up at the moon with her right eye, this being one of the few parts of her body still properly attached to her brain. Her torso lay on the beach half a mile away, and she could still feel it vaguely through a supernatural haze of pain. Her arms and legs had been eaten by fish in the time between when she was thrown into the sea and when she washed up onto the beach. Her left eye was also plucked out and eaten, and that's why she had to look at the moon with only her right eye.

It was almost unnaturally bright and she had trouble focusing because of the pain. She knew that half a mile away the flesh of her shoulders was elongating into new arms and the bottom of her torso into hips and legs. She could feel the pain as new nerves were created. It was almost as unpleasant as being hacked apart by the axe had been, but the pain was more drawn out and almost more bearable. And somewhere on top of everything, she felt her crotch begin to burn again, in the eternal ache to touch and be touched, a hundred times her usual lust, so that every ounce of her was positively shaking from withdrawal, and her bloody lips trembled and kissed at the night sky as if she was a fish gasping for air as it flaps helplessly on the sand. Her right eye began to blur and the bright moon seemed to lose focus. Her head ached like crazy, her existence was excruciating, the mere concept of thought was incomprehensible. Salt water mixed with tears ran down her face as she bit her lips, straining to hold in the pain. At least she knew she would eventually be whole again and the pain would stop. She knew this instinctively, like salmon know how to find the river from which they had hatched, though what was left of her rational mind thought this to be impossible.

Lena willed her newly regenerated arms to caress her torso as it lay on the beach, gasping pathetically as her new fingers began to pinch her clit and nipples. She was biting her lips so hard that she could taste fresh blood flowing into her mouth, and she swallowed it quickly to keep it from getting in the way. It tasted awfully bitter and salty, and she could feel the pain welling in her eyes. She continued to pinch and stroke herself as though fighting for life.

Her grip felt awkward, as though she was masturbating with a rubber hose rather than using her own hand, and her fingers kept slipping from her clit so that she had a hard time making any progress. One moment she would be approaching climax and the next her rubbery fingertips would fall to the side and the sensation would be gone. It was infuriating! She bit her lip even harder and forced herself to concentrate though the haze of pain and arousal. She needed this orgasm, she needed it the way she once needed to breathe the air.

The tears began to fall more quickly and the trembling became even stronger. Her whole body, still in two pieces, shook uncontrollably as though she were two pieces of a frog shocked back to life by a jolt of electricity. She gasped pathetically and her rubbery new hand slipped into the sand, no longer able to move, as though she used up all her ability to concentrate on it. It was as if whatever power she had had to hold her body together had finally broken and all was finally and completely lost. Her right eye rolled back in her socket and stared at the moon again. It hadn't been a bad life, even if it was a relatively short one. She had learned that some of the fairy tales were really true. There really were witches at the edge of town and magic potions that could transform a girl forever. And other tales she had believed, that she could learn to love that ugly disagreeable prince she was engaged to and become the happy mistress of her estate, she now knew to be false. The world has become so incredibly clear the moment the axe struck her body. Everything else paled in comparison with this knowledge. It made her feel as though she could simply get up and run around the world without legs.

She tried to will her arm to move again and couldn't. She sighed. The moon was so bright. Now that she was defeated, she felt unbearably cold. 

It seemed to an eternity before she lost consciousness. 

For many days she simply lay on the sand without moving, and whether she was dead or not was something philosophers with nothing else to do could happily debate until the end of time.

Slowly, through of a haze of blissful sleep that masked the pain, her mind simply snapped into place and began to call out to the rest of her body. Her new limbs came to life, shuddering slightly as they recalibrated themselves, and, being called upon by her nerve impulses, began to slowly inch their way towards her head.

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2007

Lena slowly opened her eyes and lifted herself from the silk covers of her enormous S&M-equipped bed. It was still early morning outside. She could tell as though by a sixth sense, even though there were no clocks in her room and no sunlight through the windows of her underwater lair. This was the morning of the war council, in which it would be decided how best to strike the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company. The thought seemed to bring her body to life and she could feel her breasts tingle. Perhaps she had been a little melodramatic when she had told Nadia and Chastity last night that they were going to war, but nymphs were spontaneous creatures by nature and never let much time elapse between trifles like planning and the fun part, real action. Lena could practically guarantee that the two of them would be flying over an oil rig by noon, ready to have their way with its crew in the most kinky ways imaginable. She could feel her pussy begin to get wet at the thought.

Lena stretched contently, for a moment rejoicing in the fact that she was going to be completely alone for several hours. Part of her felt that it was odd for a woman who spent her long life collecting family members to be capable of soaking up solitude as though she was a sponge absorbing water. But the silence tingled on her skin like a lover's fingers and she was happy to be alive and whole.

What a dream she had had last night, and such a bad omen, to be hacked to pieces the night before the battle. The sight of the moon was still burned into her retina and her limbs still ached with the memory of pain. She found herself trembling wildly, as though she could shake the pain from her body. 

She would never do something so foolish in front of her nymphs. She prided herself on being strong for them, a real princess and a noble leader.

But now, when she was quite sure that everyone she knew was sound asleep and there was only her own face in the mirror for company, she was a little less reluctant to care for her body the way it asked her to. She was able to cast off the team of governesses whose voices still rang in her ears, and be the spoiled child that she really was under all these layers of refinement.

Her fingers twitched. She looked down and saw her round breast, the weight of the flesh causing it to sag slightly under its own weight the way large breasts always do. She took it in her hand and began to cradle it gently, her other hand absent-mindedly slipping between her legs to crease her wet pussy and to tug at her inner lips.

She sighed contently and looked out into the sea. Though she saw better in water than any human, she still could not make out any detail more that ten feet away in the darkness, and that made her feel both safely confined and vulnerable at once. And why could she not get her mind off that moon, no matter how much time seemed to go by?

She plunged a couple of fingers into her pussy and began to pump them almost without thinking. Over time, the act of pleasuring herself had become a deeply engrained behavior, like a child sucking her thumb while holding her security blanket. She rubbed her clit fiercely as though afraid that her fingers would become soft and a slip off like they had in her dream. She stared at a fish swimming outside, smiled softly and orgasmed. She moaned, still cradling her beast as though it belonged to a lover. She pulled her nipple up to her face and began to suck at it hungrily. Her flesh tasted so good to her, it was like the sight of a beloved pet who had been dead many years and who she had never expected to see again.

"What a funny way to think! I must be getting old, after all," she said out loud to the empty bedchamber. Her voice bounced off the walls and startled her slightly, and she laughed it off quickly. People were always a little off in the middle of the night, especially after waking up from a bad dream.

Her fingers were still working their way in her pussy and she quickened her pace until she had another orgasm. It was a little like popping pills to get over a shock, but she forced herself not to think like that. It was counterproductive.

Lena walked out of her bed chamber, still creasing herself intimately, and slammed the door behind her. She made her way down the hallway lined with the enchanted sailors. She reached out and grabbed the cocks of her two favorite statues and said the magical words to bring them back to life.

The man in front of her raised her chin up and kissed her passionately on the lips, before removing himself to being licking the tear drops from her eyelids. It was an oddly intimate gesture. Before now, they had never really been close, just casual lovers, and Lena didn't plan to have any tears in her eyes when she was with him. Toy or not, with him she wasn't alone, and her pride burned in her chest and made her very embarrassed and reluctant to allow any more improper shows of emotion.

She moved her hand from his balls onto his cock possessively and stroked it to hardness. It never took very long, and she liked the way the tool felt in her hand as it began to grow. It somehow reminded her of the way her body had come back to life over two hundred years ago. 

And he was so big, so thick around that it was always a bit of a strain to fit him in her pussy. She rubbed the head against her clit and gasped happily in anticipation. Her partner groaned and grabbed her ass with his rough hands, as if to get back at her for tormenting him with her teasing. Lena giggled happily and a tear rolled down her cheek, completely unnoticed by either of them. She brushed it away without even registering it.

She pushed the man's cock into herself, squeezing his flesh slightly to help fit the thick member into her. The man writhed pathetically, and she smiled brightly, insanely proud of the power she held over him. She began slowly rocking back and forth, pushing the sailor to the ground so she could lie on top of him and fuck without the trouble of holding herself erect.

She felt his cock knock against her g-spot and moaned. The delicious sensation seemed to course through her completely and play against the lingering pain that the terror of her nightmare had conjured.

She felt the tears begin to well in her eyes again and bit her lip hard to hold them in. She quickened her pace on the soldier's cock and wave after wave of pleasure hit her, shaking up all the emotions she was struggling to repress.

Still she continued, steadily increasing her pace until it was maddening. She felt that the sailor's overly large cock was bruising her inside. It manifested itself as a sharper, more lethal pain than the sensation of being stuffed, and it reminded her just enough of her dismemberment that the full moon, which still burned on her retina, seemed to hang on the marble ceiling, as though it was watching over her. She felt the uncontrollable urge to curse it.

But instead, other words began to slip off her lips and she began to tell her story. Before she realized it, she had said everything. She described how the axe felt as it severed her in two, the way the salt water stung her wounds and made her almost wish for death, and finally the horrible hazy pain of her resurrection and the damn moon that seemed to haunt her wherever she went. 

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her and realized, somewhere in the back of her mind, that the second statue she brought to life had stopped listening and decided to take action.

Still, the words poured forth as though all the restraint that held her up for so long had finally broken down.

"I'll kill him!" she gasped, choking on her salty tears. "I'm going to make sure that he's dead once and for all."

The man behind her, who was rubbing his hard cock along the small or her back, said in a soothing voice that he heard tales of her midget prince, who was said to have hacked many beautiful women to death and eaten their hearts before throwing them into the sea. But he was quite sure that the vile man had died a long time ago. Over a century passed since these stories were told.

"No, he's alive," Lena said, shaking her head violently so that her long blond hair swung side to side violently. "I can feel it in my bones. McKinley. John McKinley. He's the man I was engaged to, the man who wanted to consume my heart." Her blue eyes burned bright red. She threw her head back and the expression on her face was no longer serene and noble, but the look of a mad-woman spitting curses at those who scorned her.

The man she was sitting on pushed her backwards so he was on top and pounded her mercilessly, as though raping some stranger, a crazy woman, to prove his own sanity and to keep himself from feeling her pain or seeing her too clearly.

Lena did nothing to protest the treatment. The second man, who had been holding her from behind, was now underneath her, maneuvering his cock into her anus. Lena's breast pressed into the man on top of her and for a while her mind was blissfully quiet. Through her total powerlessness, she temporarily found a semblance of peace.

---- 

Lena didn't know how long she lay on the wooden floor, but the statues of the sailors had returned to their pedestals and she was once again completely alone. The silence seemed to press into her, and every inch of her flesh ached, even though all the scrapes and bites she had accumulated during her early morning threesome had long since healed. 

She always healed, she was always whole, she thought, quickly standing to her feet and brushing her hair back over her shoulder. She swatted some dust of her bottom and assumed her usual regal bearing.

A moment later Persephone appeared from an adjoining hallway and they proceeded silently into the large drawing room where the war council was to be held.

Lena could feel the old fire begin to return to her body. She and her nymphs were finally going to fight her war. Victory was assured, for what man, or even woman, could resist the wiles of a nymph?

She opened the doors of the drawing room, feeling more than her usual amount of pride. The chamber was gorgeous and just a little too extravagant for its intended purpose, not that Lena, who had more than the usual number of years to become accustomed to great wealth, was capable of noticing. 

This was one of the elegant social chambers the nymphs usually occupied and still held most of the soft red sofas, which were pushed together into a rectangle, and a few antique desks and a laptop computer that had been added to imitate a businesslike feel.

Persephone had prepared a PowerPoint presentation with details of the company offices obtained during previous raids.

Quite a few of the nymphs had removed themselves from society before the advent of computers. Others had worked at boring office and secretarial jobs in their prior lives, and were already inflicted with far too many PowerPoint presentations. So, instead of paying attention, the nymphs made liberal use of the wide variety of unusual sex toys that littered the carpet.

Within ten minutes, all hell had broken loose and the sound of moaning was too loud for even the most interested to pay any attention.

Lena snatched the toys away from nymphs and pushed the willing into the water, so they could swim up to the shore and get into helicopters.

----

Carmen had never used a gun before, but she was holding one anyway, an AK-74 assault rifle taken from a stash Nadia had cleverly brought with her. Sex couldn't be a girl's only weapon, even if she was a sea nymph. Chastity held the rifle to her bare breasts like it was a security blanket.

It was Chastity's first time in a helicopter too, and it was unsettling her a bit. Alia put her hand on her knee, but that didn't make her feel any better. Her head was spinning, it was almost as though her life was passing in front of her eyes. She was bent over, feeling like she was going to be sick. Even when Alia's hand moved up and in so she was creasing Chastity's wet cunt, it did little to stop her heart from pounding.

Chastity, along with nearly half of Lena's naked tribe of perpetually horny sea nymphs, was riding in a helicopter piloted by Nadia, who, as it turned out, was remarkably useful for this sort of thing. 

According to orders received during the war council, which lasted a whole fifteen minutes before dissolving into an all-out orgy, they were to make the first significant strike against the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company. Chastity and her team, which included her old friend Alia, the red-haired ex-cop Maria, the busty life guard Angelica and a couple of new girls Chastity had never met before, were going to parachute onto the nearest oil rig and try to take over it as peacefully as possible. The guns were strictly for show, to discourage meaningless and dangerous resistance.

The other nymphs, minus the members who were either too green to be trusted or too busy satisfying their own pleasures to trouble themselves over trifles like war, were in a helicopter flown by Sophie, a short busty Pilipino woman who was an ex-marine. Lena and her team were supposed to break onto the company's headquarters, take hostages and totally trash the place.

It sounded to Chastity as if Lena's group was going to be having all the fun. She still could not be sure that this wasn't all a dream. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't picture herself part of a world where orgies, treasure and immortality were all taken for granted, but sitting in the helicopter heading towards the oil platform, this fantastic world seem all too vivid and real.




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 05



The touch of Alia's hand on her burning crotch was intoxicating and her head swam from the horrid mixture of intense nervousness and arousal. She turned her head frantically from side to side, trying desperately to find something to focus on. 

She found comfort in staring at the back of Nadia's head. Nadia, like the other nymphs, was completely naked even while flying the helicopter, but she looked so calm sitting in the pilot's seat directing the aircraft that it seemed impossible that anything could go wrong. 

Chastity knew that Nadia wanted to be allowed to land so she could hack into the company's computer network, but Lena told her to belay that, though whether because she didn't trust her great-grandniece, she wouldn't tell.

All Chastity knew was that she wasn't looking forward to parachuting. She was still a bit shell-shocked from jumping out of her third-story dorm room window a few days ago. Still, she resigned to the inevitable.

What else could she do? She literally didn't have any place to go. She would be hunted anywhere she went by representatives of the company and the police. She could hardly walk along the beach anymore without being accosted by prudish individuals who were offended by her allergy to all forms of clothing. 

She couldn't go back to her family, that much was certain. She couldn't risk them becoming involved. She couldn't go back to her school either, that was one of the first places the men in suits would look for her.

Chastity felt a warm shiver run through her that had nothing to do with her nerves and she sighed softly as Alia's hand continued so make big circles around her clit. Chastity felt her inner lips being manipulated so that the delicate skin surrounding her hole was mercilessly rammed against her clit. A flood of juices ran down her legs. 

"It's time!" someone yelled over the sound of the propeller all at once. Alia drew her hand back, and Chastity stood up. She already had her parachute and other gear strapped to her back. 

One by one, the nymphs jumped from the helicopter, barely hesitating to look at the rig beneath them.

Chastity held her breath and jumped also. The whole thing was a leap of faith for her, yet she trusted nothing, not the chopper, not the parachute, not even herself. Still, there was nothing else to be done, and she did know how to use her parachute, she wasn't about to freeze up and end up in the ocean.

She landed beautifully on the concrete rig, only barely bruising her butt on the concrete. She must have been getting used to jumping from heights after that three-story drop she took with Nadia.

She looked around, dusting off her ass and rubbing her crotch slightly as if trying to get herself ready for the impending orgy. The other women were already making their way through the employees, dishing out punches, kicks and blowjobs, each with approximately equal speed and frequency. Chastity was dazzled by the sight of so many beautiful women moving their bodies so forcefully and with so much certainty. It was so much like watching a naughty television show that she found herself dazed and feeling more than a bit hypnotized. No matter how much resolve she had, she was having trouble counting herself as one of their number. How come it was always she who was so indecisive?

It seemed like every little move she made was forced and slow, while her mind was racing at a million miles a second. Her whole life flashed before her eyes in moments, her childhood, high school graduation, her first year at the girls' college, the struggle of her summer internship, the seawater seeping into her boots as she stared out beyond the waves. It felt like an eternity, and at the same time, like only a moment. Things seemed to flow into each other and at the same time she felt the bending and the flexing of every joint, the exertion of every muscle. It was as if she had to focus extremely hard in order to force herself to continue moving. She did not quite notice the cocks she grabbed or how they compared to other cocks she had fucked. Everything was so new and so different and at the same time so excruciatingly hard.

She was surprised when she finally looked up and realized that, though she hadn't noticed it, her body has been working automatically for her. She, too, has been kicking, punching and fucking her way through the crew members like a professional, and she could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the piles of unconscious men surrounding her.

"Shit!" she swore under her breath. "When the hell did I do that?"

Ahead of her Alia chuckled. "Kick in the butt, ain't it?" she laughed, and Chastity turned a shade of bright red. "Nothing beats a power orgy. I guess that prudish body of yours finally learned that for you. See, I told you being a nymph rocks!"

While Alia spoke, she kicked a man behind the knees and straddled him so she was suffocating him with her pussy. "Kind of makes you regret ever being human," she added, grabbing a man by the cock. She gave it a great squeeze so that his seed erupted dramatically from the tip. "The thought of all those years being normal makes chills run down my..." She never finished the sentence. Instead, she grabbed a passing cock and stuffed it into her mouth.

Now it was Chastity's turn to laugh and laugh, and as she laughed, she felt most of the tension that had been haunting her seep away as though it was only water running down the drain. What did the past matter? It was far too painful to think of, anyway. The important thing was that she was standing here, now, and her dripping wet pussy was burning to be touched.

She grabbed one man's cock while she tackled a woman to the ground and began devouring her pussy, the taste of it intoxicating. She wiggled her tongue into the woman's hole as she tugged at the man's hardening member. The woman screamed and thrashed about, yelling horrible obscenities at Chastity, pushing her fingernails into Chastity's skin.

She completely ignored the claw marks the woman was leaving on her back. They would heal, all wounds healed quickly, and it was fun to watch the woman squirm. The man soon ejaculated, his cum splattering all over the struggling woman.

Somewhere in the distance, Maria and Angela were back to back, taking on an gang of horny men. All three of their holes were stuffed almost to the point of tearing, with two cocks each in their mouths and pussies, and Angela was even contriving a way to fit three pricks between her massive tits. The expressions on the nymphs' faces were those of total ecstasy.

It wasn't long until the perpetually horny nymphs had taken control of the oil platform. The woman who Chastity had converted was shaking slightly, like the victim of a terrible rape, jumped from the rig a state of pure hysteria and disappeared into the sea, much to everyone's dismay, but otherwise there were only minor injures and ten new nymphs who would be in need of training.

Maria used the radio in the main office to contact Nadia and tell her to land and pick them up, while the other nymphs tied the more reluctant of their newfound sisters up with bondage toys to keep them from doing anything stupid.

Alia took almost a sadistic pleasure in pushing a dildo the size of a champagne bottle up the hole of a prudish young woman, who protested that she was a virgin. The next dildo, of similar size, went in the woman's ass, and her protests were muffled when Alia's dripping pussy was thrust onto her mouth. Chastity thrust a couple of fingers into another new girl's pussy and put them in her mouth to taste them. She went from one new nymph to another, thrusting two fingers into each of their holes and licking her lips thoughtfully as though she was tasting fine red wine.

Ten minutes later, Nadia landed, jumping out of the helicopter like an addict expecting a get a fix. Everyone around noticed that a sizable puddle of pussy juice was trailing behind her wherever she went. Chastity couldn't help herself. She crawled over to Nadia and began licking the juices that were flowing down her leg. It took Alia prying her off before Nadia was free to go about her business again.

She left a couple of women in the helicopter as guards, in case something happened, and raced to the main office to begin hacking into computers. Lena might not know enough about technology to realize how important company data was to this sort of economic warfare, but that wasn't going to stop Nadia from getting the job done. After all, a big organization like the McKinley Company would have hundreds of rigs and processing plants all along the west coast, a complete list of which would be available for the taking if she could discover the right access codes.

Nadia sat down in the chief's chair and crossed her legs like a company slut, hiding all but a glimpse of her bare cunt from view. She went to work on the computer, a fountain pen behind her ear. The plush seat she was sitting on was already completely soaked in her juices. Unlike the other nymphs, she had not had a chance to participate in the action.

She called Alia and Chastity, who were busy shoving foreign objects such as staplers and hole punchers into the orifices of the newly initiated nymphs, and instructed them to refuel and load the helicopter while she worked. The two old friends walked away together hand in hand, laughing like schoolgirls.

Of course, neither Alia nor Chastity had any military training and had never fueled an aircraft like this, but they figured it wouldn't be too big an issue. They found the first guy who looked like he knew something and traded a blowjob for technical expertise, and spent the time while he was working on the helicopter engaging in other more pleasurable activities.

They returned to the office with big smiles and copious amounts of cum leaking out of their pussies and asses. Nadia couldn't help but laugh, though it was obvious she was trying hard to look serious. Alia went over to where the new nymph with the giant dildoes was tied up. After a bit of persuasion, the unfortunate girl obliged Alia by eating her pussy and ass clean, and licking her lips clean afterwards for good measure.

"There are two more oil platforms in the area," Nadia said with a naughty glint in her eye. "If we hurry, we can get them all before Lena's team finishes with company headquarters." The smell of pussy in the room quickly became overpowering as the thought more sex brought the nymphs' desire into overdrive.

"But won't Lena be mad?" Chastity asked nervously. She was tugging at her pussy lips absently, like a normal person might twiddle their fingers. The other two nymphs looked at her as though they couldn't see Lena's wrath as anything worth avoiding if not one, but two orgies were at stake. Chastity blushed bright red under their gaze.

"Only if we slip up," Nadia said with a shrug. "That's the first rule of corporate warfare. Everything depends on the results." 

---

Jasmine wasn't looking forward to arriving at the McKinley Company's beautiful seaside headquarters. In fact, she begged Lena to be included in the team taking over the oil platform, or among the horny pacifists who had stayed behind to induct the more reluctant new members. But Lena, being Lena, refused. She called Jasmine her ace in the hole, and Jasmine didn't really like the sound of that. In fact, she hated it. She had enough of being treated like an object when she was human, she didn't want to be a tool now that she was a nymph.

Anyway, Lena has never been the sort to be compassionate.

Jasmine sighed heavily as she watched half her team jump off the helicopter. Being Lena's top-secret weapon, she was to stay behind with Lena and Sophie until the enemy was softened up enough for her to make her appearance.

A soft white summer dress hung from a hook like a sign of distress and Jasmine couldn't take her eyes off of it. It looked so helpless, the material waving in the wind as the helicopter hovered over the target, and so much like the sort of outfit she had worn in her life that it could have been stolen from her bedroom closet. She felt a chill run down her spine, as though she had seen a ghost.

A red flare short up into the sky. That was their signal to land. Jasmine took a deep breath and pushed it out hard to keep it from catching in her throat. The sound of the propeller in her ears was intensely painful and it felt like her heart was trying to beat its way right out of her chest. But this wasn't the time to show weakness, so Jasmine rubbed her cheeks to bring herself back to her senses, and not a moment too soon. Lena was looking at her. The smile on her face was eerily mature for her youthful features. Lena put her hand on Jasmine's shoulder affectionately, but it felt more like she had struck her.

Jasmine looked up slowly and stared Lena in the eye, trying to seem more certain than she actually felt.

The radio began to squawk, and Jasmine's heart seemed to beat to the time of the nearly inaudible sound of Alexandra giving a status report from below. Alexandra, an ex-cop, took her war very seriously.

Lena rushed towards the cockpit and began conversing animatedly with Sophie. She was bent over so her bare ass was sticking up temptingly, completely unselfconsciously tending to the matter at hand, her crisp Russian accent hanging in the air like music. 

The helicopter began to descend and Jasmine took a deep breath to keep her head from spinning. She clung to the leather strap as though her life depended on it. Whatever Lena had in mind, she was about to find out. She stood up as the helicopter touched down, stumbling only slightly from the change in momentum. The dress on the hook, which looked like a white flag, went limp as the wind died. 

Two nymphs carrying AK-74s approached. A Spanish woman named Gabriella and a Swedish woman named Olga stood guard over them as they exited the aircraft. These two nymphs were surprisingly good at their job, despite the fact that they had been trained by Sophie from scratch three months ago and had no previous martial experience.

Lena pulled the dress off the hook and held it against Jasmine's body as if they were sisters playing dress-up with their mother's clothing.

"Put this on," Lena said, with her smooth, firm voice that sounded far too formal for the situation.

Jasmine automatically reached out and grabbed the dress. The light cotton felt smooth between her fingers, but she knew that it would burn against her skin when she wore it. The pain had to be entirely in her mind, but no matter how she tried, she could not stop it. She could already feel it. The skin at the tips of her fingers was warm and slightly tender. 

She threw the dress over her head before she could hesitate any more. Lena smiled warmly at her, wrapping her arm around her as she led her out of the helicopter.

Jasmine turned her head to look behind and saw Persephone leading a reluctant group of new nymphs towards where they had been standing. Jasmine and Lena walked forward into the main building and two more nymphs, a too-melodramatic Southern woman named Cassy and a French ex-tourist named Adele, who was a little younger than Jasmine, dropped the cocks they had been fucking and joined their party, rifles still strapped to their backs. They stepped forward and opened the door so that the pair could enter.

The first thing Jasmine saw as her eyes focused was exactly what she would have expected to see after any nymph raid, a group three women, all new nymphs, wigging on the ground, trying to pleasure themselves on the cocks of three tied and gagged male employees. Persephone must have overlooked them when she was rounding up the others.

Two of these forgotten girls had already wiggled out of their clothing and their name tags lay discarded on their badly-tailored jackets: Anna Thompson and Elisabeth Cooper. The third woman, still wearing her attire, was struggling, her shaking hands clutching her white shirt as though she could just barely keep herself from tearing it off in a fit of passion. She was sitting a couple of feet away from the other women, rocking back and forth on her heel, almost inadvertently providing herself with the sexual stimulation she so desperately desired.

The white summer dress Jasmine was wearing was already beginning to itch, and watching the unknown girl struggle wasn't making it any easier to deal with. Jasmine tried to imagine herself someplace cool to ease her aching skin. She turned her head, forcing herself to look away from the suffering woman who drew her attention like an auto accident, and bit her lip. She couldn't afford any sympathy at the moment. All she could do was focus and keep herself under control.

Jasmine was sweating profusely, but somehow she managed to look angelically calm. A beam of sunlight fell across her and a gentle wind played with her skirt, and so she looked every bit the part of a heavenly messenger that just touched down on Earth.

Nearby she heard the sound of a man gasp and her heart skipped a beat. For half a second she was afraid she would look up and find the unknown woman sucking a man's cock, tears running pathetically down her cheeks, but no, she knew that voice.

Jasmine looked up and saw her ex-husband, John McKinley, the only man she had ever loved. He was bound to the plush office chair, fifty years older than she had known him, but still very much the same man. It was odd and almost morbid to see how grey his hair had grown, and she felt as though the ground might fall out from beneath her. Her bare feet felt as though they sank into the tile floor to instinctively brace herself.

Almost instantly, she was struck by the sounds of moaning, the three girls gasping in pleasure around the cocks in their mouths, the lower rumbles of the men, and the sound of flesh pounding against flesh. It was almost as if the orgy surrounding her was not external at all, but a mirror her own bodily urges.

As their eyes met, Jasmine distinctly thought she heard McKinley call her name, and the black cellular phone, which he had managed to extract from the clip on his belt with incredible effort, clattered to the floor. 

Lena swore loudly in Russian and the two nymphs at the door came in quietly, pointing their rifles at Mr. McKinley.

In the background, Anna mounted a man's cock and began rocking her hips back and forth. The woman Jasmine was so concerned about burst from her dress shirt, revealing the lacy lingerie bra underneath.

Lena gracefully bent down, picked up the cell phone, put it to her ear, swore loudly again and crushed it in the palm of her hand.

"Have Sophie! Contact Nadia's team, there's going to be trouble," she said quickly to the one of the armed women, who nodded and quickly left the building.

"Jasmine, can it really be you, after all these years?" McKinley gasped in disbelief. There was a whimper as Anna stuffed a second man's cock up herself, but it was quickly replaced by the sound of satisfied fucking. "And you don't look a day older than when I saw you fifty years ago. Or, are these creatures playing tricks on me?"

"No, John. It is me," Jasmine replied, her voice catching slightly in her throat. "And these 'creatures' are my friends. You don't honestly think I was sitting on a cloud playing a harp for the last fifty years?"

"You look like an angel," McKinley gasped. "Oh, why did you have to leave me?"

"Disrobe for him, Jasmine," Lena said, just a touch of bitterness and disgust in her voice. Jasmine wondered vaguely if Lena had something against married couples.

John looked at the three nymphs with a mixture of emotions crossing his face, and Jasmine, who was the best at reading him, could tell that he was both aroused by the possibility of seeing her naked and somehow frightened by it. But Jasmine was sick of staring at other people's faces and listening to what other people wanted from her. She began to tear at the dress in a frenzy, not because it was what Lena ordered but because she had her fill of the infuriating itching.




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 05



She was covered with a thick red rash everywhere the dress had touched, so that at first it was almost as though she wasn't naked, but the rash began to fade immediately, as though she was wearing a skin-tight outfit that was dissolving in the sunlight.

Her ex-husband's jaw dropped, and Jasmine and the others could easily see the lust flashing in his eyes.

Jasmine was touched that after so many years he still desired her. Some men she knew lost interest with time, no matter how young and beautiful the object of their affection.

She glanced at Lena, but it was as if the older nymph had turned to stone. She was watching intently without moving a muscle. Whatever move Jasmine made now was entirely up to her, and in the absence of orders, she suddenly felt the urge to be commanded. Her limbs hung limp and she didn't seem capable of moving.

"Go ahead," Lena said, and almost before she knew it, Jasmine was striping her ex-husband, kissing and cradling every inch of him as though he was something precious that had finally been returned to her. Real tears flowed freely from her eyes.

Lena made a silent gesture and the nymph behind her pulled Jasmine from her husband's lips.

"You're dumping toxins into our home, you harass us and kidnap our friends. You make it completely impossible for us to use the beach closest to our lair. She ought to kill you now, rather than giving you a hard-on," Lena hissed, raising her hand to strike him. Jasmine thought that slapping him was an odd way to make a point.

"I want him alive. He has something I want from him and I can't get it here," said Lena. She grabbed Jasmine from behind and her nails extended out menacingly, giving every impression that she was about to slit her neck. All the other nymphs drew back suddenly, completely taken aback. This wasn't Lena's plan, it couldn't be! It was too wild, too chaotic. She must have lost her mind. They had been planning a routine seduction!

"Untie him quickly!" Lena barked at the closest nymph, who quickly cut through McKinley's bonds. John rubbed his wrists to ease the pain where the ropes had dug into him. Lena used her free arm to push him to the ground at Jasmine's feet. His mouth brushed against Jasmine's bare pussy, his tongue lashing out as though he found the abuse arousing. Jasmine gasped slightly and a trickle of blood ran from where the movement had caused Lena to piece her skin. 

"If you really love her, I want you to call back the police you just sent out." The nearest nymph lifted McKinley's face up so that a drop of Jasmine's blood rolled down his forehead and down his cheek like a tear drop. 

"I can't!" John replied, staring up into Jasmine's eyes. "You've broken my cell phone."

Jasmine shook fearfully and the nails drove further into her neck. John McKinley gasped. Lena stomped her foot almost as though she was repeating the destruction of the cellular phone. 

"Take him to the helicopter. He can use Sophie's radio." The nymph stared at her blankly, no sign of comprehension on her face. "And step on it. He's called in SWAT. Do you think the girls on the oil rig can handle a small army? There are going to be massive casualties, and it wouldn't be surprising if one of ours turned up dead." 

She slid her hand across Jasmine's neck, severing it completely. Jasmine's head rolled on the ground, her eyes still moving. John screamed, as if it was hum in place of his young wife. Lena dropped the body to the floor. Jasmine's severed head began to rotate as though of its own accord, until it was lined up with the rest of the neck, and slowly the two pieces began to fuse into a whole.

Ten minutes later, Jasmine stood up and walked from the main building. She slapped Lena across the face and the older nymph rubbed the sore spot. 

"Why the hell did you do that?" Jasmine asked, still shaking in anger. 

Lena shrugged. "You have to admit, it made a hell of an impression." 

Inside the aircraft, the once again bound John McKinley was sitting with his head lolling to the side and his tongue hanging out, gurgling slightly like a man who just had a seizure.

A combination of pain and horror hit Jasmine like a punch to the stomach, seeing the man she had loved suffering so completely. Jasmine struck Lena across the face again. 

"What are you, some sort of a witch!?" Jasmine screamed at the top of her lungs. "Can any creature be as cruel has you've been just now? Don't you have any mercy, any understanding of what you've put me through?"

"I do," Lena said, her voice very steady. "I suffered something a hundred times worse while I was wandering around, learning about my powers." Jasmine spat at Lena's feet.

---

Chastity felt that something was wrong the moment she set foot on the oil rig, but since it was just a feeling, she chalked it up to nerves and lingering guilt about ignoring Lena's orders. She quickly went to work, seducing the eager and defenseless men and women less than happily employed by the McKinley Company. She walked the first twelve feet hand in hand with Alia, and the sight of their unbound breasts, swaying with their movement was enough to bring their first prey to them.

Three men came forward quickly, and the two nymphs appraised them, staring down at the crotch of their pants to check out the size of their packages, threatening to discard anything they felt to be below par.

A couple of new girls who were voted ready to join the orgy walked up behind Chastity and Alia and began massaging their buttocks as the more experienced nymphs were stripping the willing men in front of them.

Chastity fumbled with a man's leather belt and pulled his already hard cock from his white briefs. He shivered slightly as she began massaging the head of his member with her thumb and index finger, quickening her pace just enough to keep him aroused without giving him the opportunity for climax. The nymph behind her knelt down and crawled between her legs to lap up the juices from Chastity's hot, dripping wet cunt.

Suddenly, one of the rejected men pushed his tool into the young nymph's ass. She trembled powerfully, her gasping mouth clutching at Chastity's pussy as though clinging to life itself.

Laughing, Alia ripped the jeans off the man in front of her and maneuvered his large, hard cock into the girl's ass, already stuffed with the first man's member. The unfortunate over-stretched nymph cried out into Chastity's sopping wet hole, gurgling and half-choking on Chastity's juices.

The other new girl, feeling a bit lonely, began sucking at Alia's breast. 

They were beginning to draw a crowd. Everywhere, men and women were beginning to look, rubbing their eyes with their fists as though they had finally woken up from a long sleep and decided to step out into the sunlight. 

Maria came forward with a couple of other nymphs and began to work on seducing the startled and oddly stimulated crowd. She helped a couple of the newer girls by showing them how to tear a man's clothing off without bothering with things like buttons and zippers, and then went off with Angela to perform her favorite task, the licking of uninitiated pussy. The ex-cop had been on other raids before and had developed a sense for what sort of nymphs different women would make.

The women who made their way to the front of the crowd were the outgoing ones who were easily bored with petty office work and had a tendency to be a bit on the bitchy side. Maria associated a lot with this group. Her lust for adventure was one of the main reasons that led her to the police academy and then to the nymphs. But, perhaps a little because she saw herself in their attentive stares, she had a tendency to leave their conversion to others. The women that lingered in the back of the crowd, often pretending not to be interested, were equally unappealing. They were temptingly shy and more than virginal enough to be enticing, but Maria knew from experience that they had a tendency to be stuffy and hard to deal with.

No, it was the two or three women who were wavering between the two groups that really caught her eye, and she quickly made a bee-line towards these precious treasures as Angela headed to the back of the group to round up the stragglers.

The other nymphs began to quickly grab and fuck any available man they could find. They moved quickly and with an almost supernatural vibrance, and it was obvious from the expressions on their faces that nothing could have been more sublime to them.

On the center of the rig, a pile of naked bodies became to form, all rubbing and fucking each other in a state of total erotic oblivion. The sound of moaning was intense.

Chastity chuckled to herself as she slipped a hunk of hard meat between her legs and began to thrust, the new nymph still firmly attached to her pussy. She lost count how many times she came and how many men she had fucked. The entire world was a haze of pleasure, and one orgasm seemed to build into another before subsiding. Everything seemed so clear, so meaningful, it was hard to believe that her heart had ever known conflict, or that anything wrong could ever happen to her. It was that good.

Alia somehow managed to stuff three cocks up her pussy and one in her ass, and she thrust her hips back and forth, pleasuring herself and all her many partners.

Not too far in the distance, Maria had pinned three women to the ground and was busy stripping off their clothing, ignoring their half-hearted protests and rubbing herself over every inch of their lovely young bodies. Finally, she drove her tongue into each of them savagely, not yielding until each of her prey had at least one powerful orgasm.

Suddenly, the sounds of the orgy were overpowered by a loud booming noise and a terrible screech. The nymph that had been eating Chastity's pussy had blood gushing out of her leg.

The men were scattering and bullets began to fly. Chastity looked up and saw black helicopters hovering over the rig.

A very shy woman, who had somehow managed not to be touched, took a bullet in the chest. Maria dropped the girl she had been fucking and ran over to her, taking a bullet in the shoulder and two in the leg in an attempt to turn the woman into a nymph before she bled out. She had to crawl the last couple of feet because her legs refused to support her weight after the bullets had hit. Finally she was shot in the head, her tongue still wedged in the unfortunate woman's hole. The woman shuddered and lost consciousness, and it was anyone's guess whether Maria had been successful in her task.

Bullets continued to rain down upon the orgy. Dozens of men where killed or maimed. An officer who had rappelled down off the helicopter grabbed Chastity around the neck and shot her square in the head. She never felt anything so painful. The back of her head was completely blown off and pieces of her brain were lying on the deck. They still felt like part of her body. Her face began to slowly heal and the man panicked and shot her again in the heart. Everything became dark and quiet.

----

Jasmine wiped the sweat off her husband's brow and opened his eyelids with some trepidation. She was terrified that her husband's pupils wouldn't respond to light the way they are supposed to, that he wouldn't remember her face, that she would see some other evidence of brain damage. She was caught completely off guard when his eyelids shot open and his eyes glowed bright red.

"Get away from him!" Lena yelled, slamming Jasmine to the floor of the helicopter roughly. John McKinley's hand reached up slowly towards Lena's chest, shaking slightly as though the man was recovering from his seizure. 

She struck him in the side of the head with a beautiful and mercilessly placed crescent kick. "Keep flying, the problem is under control," she shouted at the pilot. "I need you to radio Nadia again, I need an updated account of their activities and a casualty count. She was a stupid bitch not to follow my instructions. There are factors involved she's incapable of taking into account," she added, more to herself than to anyone around her.

John McKinley began to stir, clutching his head a little where Lena had kicked him. He looked up into Jasmine's face with tears in his eyes.

Lena uttered some very unladylike words in Russian. Alex eased her way towards their captive, in case her skills would be needed to control him.

A restless murmuring began in the helicopter, and couple of the new girls, who were tied up, gagged and stuffed with oversized sex toys, were shaking and whimpering.

"What's the deal?" Lena spat at her nymphs. "You didn't really think we were the only creatures that lived outside the world of scientific explanation, that our spat with the McKinley company was a matter of simple economics? You and I know better, don't we, Vanya?" Lena said grabbing Mr. McKinley under the jaw, her fingers hitting the pressure points and lifting him from his seat, moving him towards the open door of the helicopter.

Jasmine screamed and clutched at Lena's ankles, sobbing bitterly. Lena kicked her in the face without thought.

"Keep the plane steady. It would be a bitch if I dropped him. Prematurely, that is," Lena barked at Sophie, her eyes sparking with menace.

"Why not just drop him, if he's so dangerous to us?" Alexandra said sensibly.

"Because that won't kill me," John said, his voice oddly sinister. Lena's grip on his neck tightened and he began to gag and cough.

"Stop it! Please!" Jasmine cried. "Please, he was my husband." Lena's eyes narrowed. John said something rather harsh in another language, and Lena threw him against the floor of the helicopter.

"Fine," she laid, helping the sobbing nymph off the ground. "I'll refrain from torturing him until we can kill him properly."



Secrets of the Deep Ch. 06



Lena dropped out of the helicopter and glided down and into the crowd, landing softly, despite dropping some thirty meters, though her large bare breasts whacked her in the face as she crouched to dissipate the momentum.

Everywhere around, there were piles of flesh and blood, the likes of which were rarely seen outside the most brutal of televised massacres, or the most popular of first-person video games.  There was barely a square foot where a man didn't lay, either dead or dying, gasping his last breath dramatically, like on a modern rendition of an old civil war photograph.

The corpse of a nameless worker lay on his back, thumbing his nose at no one in particular. His vacant gaze somehow penetrating. His dress pants were down around his ankles and he was sporting a tremendous erection, which apparently was unaffected by the death of the body it was attached to.

There were literally dozens of bloody nymph bodies that have been shot up to twenty times, because they just refused to die.

One nymph had crawled nearly to the edge of the rig, leaving a trail of congealing blood behind her, before finally collapsing, her head and arm dangling precariously over the crashing waves a hundred feet below.

It was truly a terrible sight to behold, a field of death, blood and terror created from the flesh of workers and the cold, heartless body of iron and concrete that formed the once very profitable oil ring.  There was a sort of subtle poetry to that, Lena thought, a unique and appreciated pain that tickled her deliciously. 

It provided a sharp contrast to her long, immortal years of sex, orgies and power.

She tilted her head to the side like a curious predator and watched the pieces of gray matter that used to comprise Chastity's brain begin to pulse and crawl back towards their mistress. 

The sight gave Lena an odd feeling, strangely nostalgic. It penetrated her to the core and made the breath catch in her throat.

She couldn't held staring at the bits of brain, which were writhing with the intensity of a cat watching a bit of string. She was completely hypnotized by it.

It was terrible and compelling, watching another woman go through what she did over a hundred years ago, and it was happening all around her, this terrible scene from a B-rate horror movie.

Hands crawled back onto arms, balancing on their fingers like human spiders. Bullets popped out of closing wounds, blood reabsorbed itself into the bodies of apparent corpses. Bones began to re-knit as life began to renew itself.

Lena swore loudly and spat oh the ground next to Chastity's bloody torso. She crossed herself instinctually, and then, catching herself, laughed at her sudden renewed reverence.

Chastity stirred and groaned weakly, her brain reconstituting enough to allow her to register her surroundings. Lena couldn't help but notice that the young nymph's voice was wracked with pain. She smiled and cupped Chastity's shoulder affectionately.

Nymphs who were more or less whole began to finger themselves desperately, completely heedless of the orgy of blood and death around them. Their moaning was full of desperation and longing, with an ample dose of self-pity.

On the other side of the platform, the woman Maria had been licking began to twitch and open her eyes, taking in the scene around her. She screamed and screamed. Lena felt almost as though the woman was giving voice to her own feelings, and at the same time more than anything she wanted to stuff a sock in the woman's mouth and throw her into the ocean where she belonged.

How long had Lena been a nymph? Two hundred years? How many times did she have to see the same damn scenario play out?

She was so fucking sick of women being unable to put up with their transformations. What about eternal youth and beauty and incredible nonstop orgies was so damn hard to get used to?

Though the screaming continued for a couple more minutes, before the woman finally passed out from the strain, Lena did not stop to pay it any more attention. After all, she had work to do.

The special forces team that had shot all the nymphs had left half an hour ago. Lena and her nymphs had arrived too late for revenge, but not too late to provide a little comfort to the girls who were undergoing the pain and terrible horniness associated with resurrection.

Alexandra jumped down with another two nymphs, carrying a supply of emergency supplies and rations. No matter how good the nymphs were at gathering their body parts, there would be a serious loss of blood and tissue that ought to be replaced as soon as possible.

Of course, supplies were limited, and so were nymphs with any medical training. To any mortal, it would have seemed a total waste to be giving drugs to what was obviously nothing more than mutilated corpses, but there wasn't a single mortal left on the platform to complain. None of them stood a chance of surviving the onslaught.

Alexandra nodded her head in recognition of the ancient nymph and commander and smiled at her reassuringly. She then walked of, somberly surveying the damage.

A nymph with some medical training opened an IV kit gave Chastity's re-growing head and torso intravenous fluids and morphine, before also running off to find other bodies that might be whole enough to treat.

Lena, having finished her survey and found no one in greater need of her services, knelt down and began to lick Chastity's pussy. Chastity opened her eyes groggily, and began to moan and gasp appreciatively. Lena smiled into her cunt and continued to lick as Chastity healed. 

Chastity was disoriented from a combination of the pain-killer and the sudden loss and recovery of half of her brain. She went on and on, telling the long story about how she had ended up fucking both her father and brother, and how she sometimes still felt bad about that.

Lena smiled to herself. Chastity would have never spoken so openly with her under normal circumstances. The emotional closeness, no matter how transient, made Lena feel truly young and beautiful, a feeling she hadn't experienced since she lay on the beach masturbating her broken body back into shape. Plus, the story was just really hot.

Chastity began to clutch at her breasts and tug at her own hardening nipples as Lena continued to lick her to climax.

On the other side of the rig, the woman who Maria had saved looked down at Maria's tongue in her pussy. She screamed and pushed her savior away, kicking her hard in the head. 

Maria, who was beginning to come around and was already in great pain, growled miserably. She sounded a bit like a wounded dog, fighting off an arrogant youngster.

"Evil, evil! You terrible bitch! You dirty slut! How dare you!" the newly transformed Nymph screamed, balling her hands into fists.  Maria, who looked like she had taken a bullet in the heart winced at the woman's foul words, and for a moment looked like she was going to die.

"You fucking lesbian! Don't you know that you'll burn in hell for all eternity for what you did to me? If you're going to go about and spread your lust, you're going to have to do it to someone else! I refuse to let you taint me!" The woman shrieked in a state of mindless horror. 

Alexandra gave her a good kick in the side, bound her up with a thick rope and stuffed a sock in her mouth to quiet her, taking perhaps a little too much pleasure in the action. Maria noticed in amusement that her old partner fingered her wet pussy a little while she worked. They were all beyond much sympathy for the pathetic foul-mouthed addition to their coven. Despite the lethal injuries she had suffered as a mortal, she was recovering well now, and had by every stretch of the imagination given up the right to special treatment.

The bound woman gasped and moaned and called what the two older nymphs thought was a man's name and a lot more cursing. Big fat tears began to roll down her cheeks theatrically, as if she was in the process of being sold into sexual servitude. 

It was obvious that she would have trouble adjusting to her new elevated arousal.

Everywhere, the nymphs that could move were crawling on all fours, wedging their wet snatches into each other's mouths and riding them like cocks. For once, everyone wanted to be pleasured and no one wanted to give. Only after an orgasm or two would the risen get back enough strength that the act of sex became something desirable, not merely something to feed their starving bodies.

It was hours before the orgy died down enough for the nymphs to lead the newly initiated girls into the helicopters, so the clan could return to base.

---

Chastity was still getting used to riding in a helicopter, and it didn't help that her newly reformed body was still aching with the aftermath of her death. Nor did she find the sight of thirty bound and gagged women weeping and riding their own heels in a continual state of supernatural frustration at all comforting.

It wasn't so long ago that she had been just like that, fighting with every fiber of her will to deny her new slutty nature. She had struggled against the currents, swimming upstream back to her home in Portland, where she had given into the temptation of sleeping with her father and brother, the two men she loved in the world more than everything.

It was still like an open wound for her, and even so much more now that she had a taste of what death felt like. The terrible nauseating sensation of the bullet to the head had brought the memory to mind with a potency she hadn't imagined possible. She felt incredibly guilty and dirty, having so twisted and perverted her relationship with her family.

Nothing more than that, not even her own unnatural sexual longing, made her so acutely aware of what she was now and everything she had given up in order to pursue her own lust and passion.

The helicopter tore across the water, and Chastity's heart leapt up into her throat with it and she blinked back tears, staring without really seeing at the mass of bound women writhing on the dirty steel floor.

Had it all been worth it? She couldn't say. She didn't even know how one could to measure such a thing, but she did know that she enjoyed being a nymph. She loved orgies and she loved the never-ending flow of pleasure that left her feeling more awake, more alive than she ever felt as a mortal.

Suddenly, the helicopter dropped into the ocean. Rather than be dashed against the waves, it was surrounded by a clear bubble. It glided threw the water like a submarine. Steadily approaching the castle embedded in an underwater mountain, Lena's hideout.

Chastity could see a bubble with the other helicopter a ahead of them, though she knew she was not seeing it with the usual senses, for the water was murky and dark.

They entered through a special gate designed to compensate for the change in pressure, and the highest-level nymphs brought the captives out from the aircraft, still bound and gagged.

Lena herself led John McKinley, the CEO of the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company, and apparently, if the stories were to be believed, some bizarre form of supernatural creature.

Chastity couldn't help but stare after them. She was too low on the totem pole to do more than help guard a small group of new nymphs Alia was in charge of.

She was a more than a little surprised when Lena opened the door to one of their many elaborate bed chambers, thrust Jasmine and the bound Mr. McKinley inside, and locked them in.

What the hell was she thinking?

Alia nudged Chastity in the ribs and pointed ahead to one of the larger recreation rooms, where they were to lead their captives for intensive training.

Chastity winced. The prospect of spending the next couple hours training the less than willing women of the McKinley company to be good little sluts for Lena was less than appealing.

She swallowed her pride and walked into the room. After all, it wasn't like she could take back what had happened to these women. Any help she could give them to ease the transition was probably a good thing.

Besides, there was bound to be a lot of hot lesbian action.

Alia sat the girls down one by one and slowly cut away their bindings.  There was a lot of cursing and mad weeping that really got to Chastity, but Alia took it all in stride and her friend couldn't help but wonder how many times before she had been made to perform this function for the coven.

"Welcome home," Alia said casually when most of the women had either cried or cursed themselves horse, which fortunately didn't take very long. "From this day on you're nymphs, and that means that you are sexual creatures. You will engage in orgies, you will not care whether your partner is male or female. It will not matter who you were, or how you were raised, your bodies crave what they crave and you can't afford to deny it. To keep yourself clothed or deprived is nothing more than meaningless self-mutilation, unless it is ordered by your superiors. From now on, guilt and denial are the only sins. You've been made immortal! Now is the time to live!" Alia ended dramatically.

"But I'm so horny!" one of the new nymphs moaned. "I've never been this desperate, not even on my honeymoon when I purposely deprived myself for months so I'd be all worked up!"

Alia nodded but didn't say anything.

"I didn't even know women could enjoy sex, before I became a nymph," Chastity admitted. "I thought it was just something they put up with so men would want to marry them."

Another young nymph, who was sobbing quietly, stared up at her with wide-open eyes. 

"But I've learned that being a nymph is fun. It's so much better than being mortal, I wouldn't give it up for anything. But enough theory. Let's get to the practical portion of this course. Everyone get in groups of three and we'll practice."

"Do we really need to?" one of the neophytes protested. But she was already down on her hands and knees, being pleasured by another nymph.

The hot action Chastity predicted had begun. The sound of slurping filled the room, and completely without instruction, the new nymphs found themselves inserting fingers, hands and tongues into each other's sopping wet cunts, enlightened by their own supernatural horniness.

Chastity shuddered with longing and Alia grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the floor, wedging her tongue into her hole. Chastity felt another woman's fingers press into her anus and wasn't entirely sure who it was.

Alia pulled the horny nymphs apart for a time so she could be double-penetrated by Chastity and another nymph donning strap-ons.

Then Alia demonstrated the fine art of milking a fat cock to climax with only her cleavage, and Chastity interrupted with a talk on the theory and practice of deep-throating massive members.

The new nymphs practiced on everything there was: dildos, bananas, cucumbers, strap-ons. It was really quite festive.

By the time Alia and Chastity were out of ideas, their students were all ready for actions, and they broke up the class to help make preparations for the ceremonial orgy that Lena was preparing. 

---



Jasmine

It had been five hours since Lena locked Jasmine and the bound John McKinley, whom she for some reason insisted on calling Vanya, in one of the luxurious bedrooms of her underwater headquarters. She had been kind enough to leave enough room between his bindings that Jasmine could have the pleasure of fucking her ex-husband, provided she put his cock in herself and do all the work. The old couple was been doing a lot of catching up for lost time.

John was really good at getting it up for an old guy, though he had developed a peculiar fetish for getting a blowjob in a mouth filled with his own cum, something that frankly Jasmine just didn't get.

Still, it was nice to have her old husband back, even though it was she who had left him for being an asshole. Down in Lena's lair, there were no racial distinctions, no wealth or media to get in the way of their relationship, only John's impending execution, and they were both purposely doing anything but thinking of that.

In between rounds of sex, and sometimes during, Jasmine told her husband about her life as a nymph and told him of some of her greatest sexual conquests. None of it seemed so hollow now, with him there, and they both laughed and sometimes they had to stop and fuck because the story had made the old man hard again.

The loneliness Jasmine felt for the last fifty years was gone, and it was though she had been born again. If only she could untie her husband so she could feel his arms wrapped around her, oh, that would be delicious, but Lena had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that she would be tortured far more than any mortal could survive and for much longer, if she interfered with the extermination of precious Vanya.

And what the devil was Lena doing now, and the other nymphs too? They were making preparations for some elaborate ritual that would mean the end of her husband. Alexandra had come to the thick wood door and informed her of the situation in Morse code while they were fucking, but Jasmine didn't know any details.

Whether Alexandra had been punished, or whether the preparations were just keeping her too busy to slip away, there had been no more cryptic knocks on the thick wooden door, and Jasmine was at her wits' end.

She swung her husband over her back and put him in the king-sized bed, crawling in next to him and wrapping her arm around him, the way she had done years ago, when she was a human and they were married.

How was it that her body still remembered and responded to that simple comfort after all she had been through? Why did she crave the touch and feel of one man when she had so many others, and women too? A woman's body, even a nymph's, seemed to be a mystery that way, and Jasmine thought that it was an ungodly twist of fate and estrogen fluctuations that caused women to suffer so.

Jasmine heard something from behind the door. At first she thought that it was Alexandra, back with more information, but then she heard the clunk of the slab of wood that was blocking the door being removed. Her heart sank.

It was finally time. She sat up and pushed her husband to sitting. She held his head as though to protect him, though she knew it was futile, and she cursed herself for being too afraid of Lena's threats to protect the man she loved. Could she even call herself human if she buckled so easily?

She shook herself. There would be plenty of time to chastise herself later, when John was dead. She gulped and tried not to think of that. The most important thing now was that he was alive and there. The man that she loved was there, and he loved her and wanted to be with her. She was going to be with him every possible minute, to make sure he didn't suffer any more than she could help, but mostly just to be there and to be with him, to soak up as much of the wonderful tingling warmth that she felt having him near and to feel the longing for his body that never seemed to leave her.

Lena herself appeared at the door with Sophie and Maria to escort McKinley to his ritual execution.

Jasmine grabbed John by the hand and they walked side by side, like they had done at their wedding. Neither of them wanted to think of what would happen next. They just put one foot in front of the other mindlessly, and every room seemed like every other, though they knew in their hearts that ever step was taking them closer and closer to their doom.

Maria gave Jasmine a sympathetic look, but Jasmine was too far inside herself and her future loss to notice, let alone appreciate it.

Lena laughed. "Oh, Vanya, you do know how to be melodramatic. Why don't you come out and be yourself, so your young bride realizes what a bastard you really are and doesn't feel the need to mourn over you? Or do you no longer get your jollies out of hacking women to pieces and eating their hearts, like you did when I was a mortal?"




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 06



John didn't say anything, he was too busy staring lovingly at Jasmine. Neither Sophie nor Maria had seen the red-eyed demon in McKinley's body that Lena had fought in the helicopter. Sophie had been far too busy piloting and Maria was recovering from bullet wounds she received on the oil platform. 

Right now, it was so easy to believe Lena to be a crazy woman who wouldn't let go of an old pain, but insisted on inflicting it over and over again on innocent victims. John McKinley was so eager to spend his last living moments with his lost life that his eyes didn't flash red once, and there was no sinister voice speaking venomous words to anyone who could understand them.

They walked into the room where the nymphs previously held their planning session, before it had become an orgy. The room was completely changed over. The plush furniture was gone, and the area was lit only by candlelight.

Someone must have slaughtered a small animal and used its blood to mark the floor, walls and ceiling with strange and sinister magical symbols, though many of the symbols were instead written in something resembling cum.

In the very center of the room was a white bed with arm and leg restraints that looked like it had been stolen from an ancient insane asylum, perhaps even the old Bethlehem institute.

As Jasmine's eyes began to adjust to the light, she realized that there were four young, angelic-looking men bound by ropes on the four walls of the room. They wore nothing but registration badges from a Star Trek convention around their necks.

"Virgin sacrifice," Alexandra snickered. "God, were they hard to catch! You wouldn't believe the lengths geeks will go through not to get laid by beautiful women."

Despite herself, Jasmine laughed and John let out a uneasy chuckle. Lena nudged them forward from behind to keep them moving.

When John noticed the old hospital bed, he jumped back like a man on placed before the electric chair. Jasmine began to weep. McKinley's eyes narrowed and began to glow bright red.

Lena smiled and dug her hand down underneath his shirt. She began whispering something sinister in his ear, which made his eyes grow even brighter, so they shed a bright red light that drowned out the soft yellow glow of the wax candles. Lena smiled devilishly.

Jasmine felt a ping of jealousy that another woman was touching her man, but at the same time her fingers tingled, and there was a tingling in her lower belly, as though it had been her arms and body and not Lena's that had done the touching. 

Lena tugged at John's thick white chest hair and John moaned, his voice echoing oddly in his chest. Jasmine became weak in the legs.

Three nymphs stepped forward and began once again bind John McKinley, with all the ceremony of prison guards mindlessly preparing a prisoner for execution. In desperation, Jasmine jumped forward and tried to claw at them and beg them to stop, but Alexandra grabbed her and pushed her long-time friend to her modest bosom, where Jasmine erupted in loud sobs.

Alexandra pulled her back to the edge of the room and sat with her near the exit, as all the other nymphs who could be trusted not to do something foolish if unbound, began filing into the room.

Chastity gave Jasmine a sympathetic look. She knew what it was like to lose someone she cared about and suddenly get them back. She had suffered something like that herself just before she had become a nymph, and she had only an inkling how she would feel if Alia was somehow stolen from her, even with Nadia and all the other nymphs there to comfort her.

The rest of the clan, however, was so absorbed in the ritual they had obviously invested a great deal of woman-power into, that they couldn't see anything but the bed in the center of the room, except perhaps to steal a lustful glance at the cute sacrifices on the wall.

Jasmine must have been getting old, she thought to herself. The young men on the wall looked like children in comparison to John McKinley, her ex-husband, the man she had been fucking all afternoon. Their proud but fearful glances reminded her of a deer in the headlights of camper moments before its blood is spilled across the highway.

She forced herself to stand up and act proud, the way she had every other time in her life when she thought that she didn't have the strength to take one more breath. She had done something similar at her mother's funeral, even forced herself to take a cousin in the closet afterwards. But now, almost twenty years later, she felt the unregistered, unrestrained tears that had been streaming down her face as she pounded the mound of her pussy against the aging man's torso. She brushed a finger across her face and was surprised to find it dry.

Alexandra stood up next to her and together they joined the ritual.

The boy on the eastern wall began to whine that he was cold and didn't feel comfortable being naked around so many people he didn't know. His complaining woke up the boy on the northern wall, who informed the candle-lit room that it was time for his daily allergy medication and he could die without it. The boy on the west wall whimpered for his mommy, and the one to the south nagged that he was missing the new episode of Battlestar Galactica.

Sophie fired a gun into the air and they all went quiet.

John's eyes flashed bright red as Lena and a couple other nymphs pressed him to the bed and strapped his arms and legs with the leather bindings. Jasmine couldn't help but be a little aroused. The last couple of hours with her husband had been enough to inform her that she had more than a slight fetish for light bondage situations.

Maria walked into the room leading more college-age men, who looked like boys, by a rusty chain that looked like it had participated in the old U.S. slave trade.

Jasmine was beginning to get wet between the legs from their lustful stares, like a dog salivating over the prospect of feeding, and she cursed herself inside for being a dirty old woman. She broke into a smile, feeling like a crow-eyed old hag with a toothless grin about to consume the charred flesh of Hansel and Gretel.

The nymphs were unchaining the caravan one by one, selecting the ones they liked best. The selection was usually by the size of the cock, though some of the newer nymphs who were still in the process of being initiated said they preferred faces and chests.

Jasmine took the first man she could get a hold of without ceremony, put his cock into her mouth and began to suck him to hardness. She had done it some many times that the action didn't even really register in her brain or take any concentration to perform, and she stared at her husband who had once again become that crazy snarling creature that Lena was so insistent on killing.

What the hell was wrong with him, anyway? Was it possible that he was possessed by some sort of supernatural evil spirit? Her common scene said that it wasn't possible, there was nothing supernatural in this world, well of course with the exception of sea nymphs, and satyrs, which sometimes made an appearance.

Lena unfastened a pitch-black cloth that hung on the eastern wall and dropped it dramatically to the ground, revealing a large oval mirror in an ancient ornate metal frame. John winced as though he had been struck.

Jasmine gasped as she looked into the mirror. John's reflection was pitch black, with bright red eyes and a hole where his heart should be . It seemed like something sinister was standing behind him.

But she flat out screamed when she saw Lena's reflection, an old hacked-up corpse, half- decayed in water. The sound of her voice filled the chamber and made the men shudder. The eyes of the teenager she had been blowing lolled back in his head and he fell onto the cold, hard floor.

Damn! Jasmine hadn't meant to loose control. She checked the poor bastard over quickly to make sure he still had all his man parts attached, and then went back to the line to select herself another male.

Her heart was knocking against her chest and her head was swimming. What was going on? What were those images she had seen in the mirror, and what part did they play in the ritual? She was so unsettled that getting the boy hard was really tiring and thought-consuming, and she was as clumsy as if she had never sucked a cock before.

There was incense burning somewhere, and the smell was intoxicating and mind altering and did nothing to stem the tide of dark images that kept floating before her brain.

She forgot who she was and why she was there. All that existed was a cock in her mouth and the intention to suck it. There was no before, no after, no reason, no consequences. Her body seemed to relax and a peace rolled over her.

Her body began to tingle with longing, and to feel heated and over-stimulated. She broke into a sweat. The droplets of secreted moisture rolled down her face like teardrops onto the cock she was sucking. She could feel the eyes of an old death crone burning into her, and somehow, without looking up, she instinctually knew that it was her own reflection in the magic mirror. This knowledge chilled her to the bone.

Next to her, Chastity let out a blood-curdling scream, having cast her eyes upon her own reflection, with half its face blown away by a shotgun. Her knees buckled underneath her, and she collapsed face-first onto the cold floor.

Jasmine laughed to herself, rubbing the head of the man's cock against the flesh of her soft pink nipple. Women these days didn't have any backbone. She looked up into the face of the death crone and smiled brightly. For once, she was proud of being old.

She stuffed the plump cock into her mouth and began to suck it happily again. Around her, everywhere, the orgy was beginning to take off. The nymphs were making up for the even number of men and women by putting their tongues and fingers into each other's pussies for extra stimulation.

Jasmine hardly noticed when Nadia swung the unconscious Chastity over her shoulder and carried her quietly from the room, or when Alia ran off behind them. She groaned as another nymph's fingers pushed into her and licked the head of the man's cock fiercely but skillfully, without ever providing the young man with quite enough stimulation to get off. 

Ah, were there any problems a good orgy wouldn't solve, at least temporarily?

The fingers inside knocked ruthlessly against her g-spot, and she came explosively. Her whole body trembled almost uncontrollably. Suddenly, the dark figure that loomed behind her husband ceased to matter. Jasmine had an unshakable faith in a world of justice, and in a multitude of happy endings that awaited in the conclusions of all things yet to come.

The incense wafted back up again to her nostrils. It filled her body, which seemed to swell with new life. She closed her eyes to savor the sweet sensation, and for a time, the orgy seemed to carry on around her like the crashing waves against the sand, or little red sparks that rushed forth from a bonfire and singed the hair and skirts of witches dancing in the moonlight. Jasmine felt giddy and shaky on her feet, yet she felt a sweet sensation, as though the blood that pumped through her veins was made of milk and honey.

The flames from the candles flickered, and the smell of women's perspiration and sex threatened to overpower the incense. Light continually fell on the mysterious mirror, revealing all forms of abominations and monstrosities that barely touched the hearts of the participants.

John McKinley moaned and writhed against the leather straps of his bed. His clothing has long since been cut away by Lena's ceremonial dagger, and his naked phallus was rock-hard. His mind had automatically recreated the scene, and even though he could not see much from his position, his estimate was pretty much right on the money.

He looked up at the dimly lit ceiling and decided that this was not a bad way to die. He was an old man, after all, and has had a rich, full life, despite the loss of his wife early in their marriage. It was better to go with a bang than with a whimper, and maybe he would luck out and be fucked to death the way he had fantasized about in high school. He smiled broadly.

The room seemed to fill with white light, and the moaning and grunting of nymphs in various states of arousal stopped suddenly, as though by magic, though the feel and smell of sex still hung in the air like a black mark left after an extinguished fire.

John could hear the sound of one of the young men screaming like a piglet being slaughtered, and his heart began to beat powerfully against his rib cage. Lena stepped up to him, the tip of her dagger covered in blood, holding a chalice, which he had a sinking suspicion was also filled with the blood of the young man who had been screaming.

He felt the dagger grazing his stomach, the blood of the sacrifice mingling with his own, magical symbols carved into his flesh.

He gasped and writhed against the savage incision. He felt a dark, fiery sensation in his heart, which he was learning to recognize as the presence of the second personality within himself, a presence that he was only vaguely aware of. Many time since Jasmine had left him he has drawn upon another power deep inside him, which carried him through his suffering and allowed him to continue doing what needed to be done for the company despite his sorrow. He felt this power for the first time when he kissed his father's brow on his deathbed, and the whole future seemed to hang over him like the Reaper's scythe.

Oh, then he had his whole life ahead of him. Things that seemed so important then were petty and trivial now. Oh, to have his life to live over again! There was so much he wanted to do and so many pleasures he would give anything to feel again. But no, time only flowed one way, and there was nothing an old man could do to change that. He was going to die here, tied to this bed. He felt it in his bones, like a winter chill. He was going to die, and his beloved would live on, to continue in her pleasure and her suffering. She would always be that beautiful woman he had married, and that was enough for him.

He could almost feel Jasmine's pleasure as she continued being a mindless participant in the ritual orgy. He could feel the pressure of three cocks penetrating her body, and the fiery sensation in the pit of her stomach as her lust rose and fell like grain harvested in a field.

His body began to seize in time with Jasmine's latest orgasm and he was gasping like a fish out of water. His vision was fading, as if he was looking out from somewhere behind his pupils, and the sides of his skull acted as a blindfold, stripping him more and more of his peripheral vision. He felt the other power beating against him, like the raw heat of a fire, knocking against him as though wrestling with him for control over his body. He struggled to push it down and bury it, and in his ears rang the high angelic sounds of women's voices, which seemed to pulse against his skin from the inside and drive his old body back to life, almost against his will.

He had no clue from where the sounds came. Was someone really singing, or was he somehow imagining it? His raging erection throbbed and trembled in the cold air, begging for attention. He gasped as a woman's lips wrapped around the girth and slowly began to slide up and down the shaft. 

Suddenly, for no real reason, he saw Jasmine again, a cock pressed between her breasts and her eyes lolling back in satisfaction.

At the same time, he felt his entire body tensing, as though he was having a seizure. The combination of pleasure and pain was a bittersweet mixture of every single emotion he ever had, all wrapped around in a single moment. Was this what people meant when they spoke of their entire life flashing before their eyes? Or some sensual perversion of it?

Jasmine gasped as a cock shot his load down deep into her throat and she swallowed happily, licking her fingers in delight.

John McKinley's head was spinning as though he was drunk on powerful spirits, and the sweet, intoxicating combination of Jasmine's arousal and the sound and smell of sex everywhere was threatening to overpower him. He was afraid he would swoon like a heroine in a romance novel.

The angelic voice was getting louder and louder, so loud that he was sure his head was going to explode from the pressure.

Lena's teeth ground into the head of his penis and he gasped. He was so hard and so sensitive! He felt like his cock was going to fall off from the special attention he was receiving. He couldn't think of money or power, he couldn't think trying of anything at all past the moment. Once again, he was only a horny old man, more than willing to die in the arms of a beautiful woman. 

A blinding white light emanated from the mirror and there was the sound of lighting striking. The whole room began to rattle and he found himself screaming, though he hadn't willed himself to do so and couldn't bring himself to stop once his attention had settled on it.

His chest was beginning to swell up and he watched in terror as his rib cage spread apart and a small dark creature immerged from the place where his heart should have been.

He was beyond pain, beyond wishing to die and definitely beyond the hope of living through the next two minutes.

Jasmine screamed and fell to the floor twitching. Lena scooped the creature up in a large glass jar and plugged it up with a rubber stopper, smiling brightly.

A couple of nymphs rushed forward to see what they could do for Mr. McKinley. Jasmine despite the fact that she was twitching on the ground, was completely ignored. She was immortal and would naturally heal herself.

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Chastity sat up in the cozy velvet sheets of her bed. She was sweating profusely and felt as though she had the most terrible nightmare. Did she really take on two of the McKinley Company's oil rigs and gotten shot to death in the process? Or had it all been a dream, and when she flipped the light on she would be back in her bedroom, her father ready with a frying pan filled with scrabbled eggs and bacon waiting for her? She would like to believe that nothing had been real, but somehow she knew better.


She felt a tongue slide into her hole and moaned as it began to pump in and out of her. Oh, she needed that, she was so damn horny, she was always horny. And let lighting strike her on the spot if it didn't feel like her clit was going to explode with every little lick and nibble.

She began to massage her breasts, savoring the intense sensations in her pussy. She rubbed her lower belly to fight back the fire that was building there. Oh, was there any sensation better that being licked like that? Yeah, riding a monstrous cock while being licked like that. Oh god, that would be heaven.

Chastity came, flooding the hidden woman's mouth with her sweet tangy juices. Alia popped her head from underneath the blanket and crawled on top, kissing Chastity roughly on the lips and slowly spitting Chastity's own pussy juice into her mouth.

Chastity swallowed the fluid offered to her hungrily. She moaned and rolled over and knocked into yet another naked woman who was sleeping in her bed. She moved back a couple of inches and recognized the woman as Nadia, who smiled and kissed her, rubbing her breasts tenderly.

The three nymphs entangled themselves in one another, and Chastity lost track of whose hand, mouth and pussy was where. She was pretty sure at one time she was sucking on Alia's clit while a couple of her fingers were wedged up Nadia's pussy, and again she was pretty sure it was her own clit she was rubbing while Nadia nibbled on her breasts, and she licked Alia's pussy. But she could be wrong. After all, she was pretty sure for things to work out Nadia must have been eating her own pussy, and that was frankly impossible! Think of the flexibility that would require!




Secrets of the Deep Ch. 06



The next morning Jasmine came into the room with tears in her eyes and told them that Lena wanted to talk to them.

This had Chastity a little worried, but Nadia seemed excited. She said, with what Chastity thought was optimism unusual for a Russian woman, that this was a sign that her great-great-grandaunt was willing to forgive her for taking on the second oil rig without permission.

Alia was completely indifferent to the whole matter. She didn't feel she lived and died by Lena's will, the way the others did.

They slowly pulled themselves out of bed, only stopping to have another orgasm or two apiece before they walked out into the hall to find Lena's bed chamber.

Alia showed them the way. In the early days of her transition, she had spend nights in Lena's bed clutching at the Nymph's breasts and pussy in a combination of misery and newfound sexuality.

She told a little of the story to her friends, and Chastity gave her a big hug, though she didn't know what good it would do. Alia hugged her back and seemed happy. Nadia, who was playing with herself, clapped Alia on the shoulder sympathetically as she opened the door to Lena's bedroom.

Lena was busily engaged with three of the new nymphs and a couple of young men who had survived the slaughter.

"Oh, you guys," Lena said, pulling her mouth off another woman's pussy long enough to talk. Chastity noticed that her voice was slightly sloshing-sounding from the pussy juices still left in her mouth. "Oh yeah, I had Jasmine call you. I forgot. You see, I wanted you guys to go above ground and keep your eyes and ears open for me. Think you can do it?"

"What, are you trying to get rid of us?" Alia asked pessimistically.

Lena laughed. "Now that we have more than enough nymphs around the cave, it's time we spread out and look for new adventures. I thought the three of you were the type who'd make good explorers, that's all," she said and stuffed a plump cock into her mouth.

"So you are trying to get rid of us," Nadia laughed.

Chastity was openly drooling over the orgy in Lena's bed.

Lena was far too consumed with the cock in her mouth to reply. Three nymphs excused themselves and grabbed one of the helicopters to take back to the surface.



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Chastity stared off towards the horizon, the waves crashing against her feet. The sensation was delicious. She didn't know where she wanted to go or what she wanted to be. So much was happening so fast. She had an eternal youth to spend in whatever pursuits she would choose. Alia reached out and grabbed her by the right arm and Nadia stepped forward and took her left, and together the three stared off into the sunset for some time. They turned around, kicked the sand and wandered off onto the beach to find fresh men and women to fuck.

THE END