(This story contains graphic descriptions of edging, orgasm denial, spanking, breath play, cunnilingus, anal, bondage, and a small orgy. It's also very bisexual, geeky, and silly. For the reading pleasure of interested adults only.)
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Lake Abstinence might have been the most romantic locale the Monsterbait Squad had ever been called to. The smooth, sapphire-blue water, thick pine forests, and quaint wood cottages arranged around the shore made it seem like the perfect spot for a vacation with one or more very special friends.
It was hard to believe, just looking at the place, that no one had been able to enjoy even the most gently provocative fun here in nearly thirty years, without attracting the attention of an entity the locals called, "The Crasher."
Almost as soon as she had parked the van beside their assigned cottage, Dina lined her team up in the small, disused parking lot.
"Laura, run us through the brief one more time," she directed, all business.
It was best to remind everyone of the stakes before they could get too swept up in the scenery.
Laura pushed her glasses up her nose and brought up a checklist on her tablet.
Jeff folded his hands behind his back and gave her his full and formal attention.
Kelly sighed impatiently but listened too.
"Various reports on the Crasher describe him as a water ghost, a selkie, or possibly a merman," Laura said, absently touching her stylus to her pink lip gloss. "But based on the symptoms of the infestation, it seems more likely we're dealing with a sex revenant taking an aquatic form."
"Which means usual precautions apply!" Dina cut in. "Keep your wits about you. No undressing or physical contact without my go ahead. And most importantly,
no one orgasms
until we get this situation under control."
She stared back and forth at Jeff and Kelly, who both smiled innocently, and even at Laura for good measure, who nodded.
"If you do orgasm near Lake Abstinence," Laura continued, "the Crasher gains absolute power over you, and no one's ever left alive after that. Granted, none of them had the expertise or support we do, but there's no sense taking that risk."
"I don't care how long the job takes," said Dina. "Everyone here is tough enough to wait for the afterparty. You wouldn't be on the Monsterbait Squad if you weren't."
Jeff dipped his square jaw in a nod and subtly flexed his arms as he moved to cross them in front of his chest.
Kelly didn't respond directly, but she did pick that moment to take off her coat, showing off her studded belt stamped all over with hex marks for containing dark magic.
As usual, her plain black outfit, and the thorny vines tattooed along both arms, made her own tacit promises of toughness.
Aesthetics could lie, of course.
Laura, the softest, most girlish-looking of the group, usually had the coolest head, but Dina had chosen every member of her team wisely. They would all live up to their parts, no matter how difficult or frustrating.
"Monitors on," Dina directed.
With a few more sighs but no arguments, all four squad members, including Dina herself, strapped on their waterproof wrist monitors and tapped the button to sync them to Dina's phone. From one screen, she would be able to keep track of everyone's GPS location and level of physiological arousal.
When any of them got in trouble, she'd be able to mobilize the rest of the team to intervene in moments.
"He's a talker," Laura returned to her notes about the Crasher himself, tucking her blonde and magenta hair behind her ear. "Lucid, likes to take his time. He's territorial, and just the presence of pretty people will have raised his hackles."
"Monster needs to get some," Kelly snorted.
"Yes," Laura said straightforwardly. "And we're the only team brave enough to give it to him right."
"Damn right!" Jeff reached up both hands for high-fives, and all three women eventually humored him.
"The most likely source of the Crasher is the logging camp that was here before the lake was artificially created," Laura explained. "It was remote, men-only, and, by all accounts, repressed as hell. That's definitely enough frustrated sexual energy to leave behind a revenant. He'll try to dictate the terms of how we do him, of course. So, prepare yourself for some dark dirty talk, and expect to be punished if he gets his hands on you. And he
will
get his hands on at least a few of us before we figure out how to beat him, that's just the reality."
There was a moment of silence as they all braced themselves for anything and everything this might mean.
"If things get hairy, just remember why we're here," said Dina. "When we leave Lake Abstinence, the locals and visitors will be free to be fearlessly sexy."
"Tell the mayor to start planning a renaming ceremony," said Jeff.
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The group settled into the cute, slightly musty cottage, which looked like it had not been rented out for many years. The local tourism board had explained that they planned to completely redo the place when and
if
the Monsterbait Squad could make it safe, but as things were, there had been no sense in making the investment.
Once the team had finished stowing enough granola bars, pancake mix, and spare clothes to last through an artic winter, Dina ordered them down to the shoreline, just in time to watch the sun set over the water, turning it a dazzling pink.
"Skinny dipping commences... now," she said, tapping her phone in its waterproof case to start its stopwatch. "Clothes off, friendly touch permitted."
As one, all four squad members stripped out of their clothes and placed them on the ground among the trees, near the water, but not quite near enough to keep an eye on while they swam.
Laura held her monitor behind her back as she watched her teammates walk naked into the water, and then followed them.
As well as transmitting data to the app, the light on the side of her wristband changed from baseline blue to slightly elevated green as she watched Dina and Jeff stretch their athletic, statuesque bodies and dive confidently forward to swim. Their movements were effortless and nothing like the dogpaddling Laura knew she herself would use to stay afloat.
Her light escalated to yellow when she looked to Kelly.
Kelly's narrow, wiry form was decorated all over with artwork that Laura had always wanted to memorize and study for its secret meanings, one inch at a time
Today, she noticed the way the tree on Kelly's lower back extended its roots down her hips.
Laura's light switched to a pale orange. She turned to look at the forest and breathe for a moment, until it switched back to yellow.
The first few days were always the hardest in any project that required monitoring and sexual denial, the first few hours most of all.
Laura tried to be a good second in command to Dina and a good example to the others. She'd gotten good at hiding her difficulties, but just the thought of having no access to relief if she got too excited caused her a simmering panic, which made her counterproductively... excitable.
Laura would have responded to Kelly's naked skin any day, but with the wristband on, she felt hypersensitive to everything else as well.
When she finally stepped into the lake, the last of the four, the water itself felt like a teasing caress, cool enough to shock her nerves awake, but not cold enough to numb them.
The light went orange again as she submerged, and then finally retreated to yellow, but no lower.
"Get splashing, you two," Dina reminded Laura and Kelly, while Jeff lifted her out of the water and tossed her playfully back in.
Laura tossed a handful of water tentatively at Kelly, trying to put on an enticing enough show for a monster, without making it more enticing than necessary for herself.
Today, it was impossible. There was no way around the frustration, only through.
"Was that supposed to be a
splash?
" Kelly taunted, before using her whole arm to send a wave at Laura's face.
She followed up by wrapping her arms around Laura's shoulders, waiting for a quick nod, and then dunking her all the way under.
When they both surfaced, Kelly smiled with one corner of her mouth and jerked her head in the opposite direction from where Dina and Jeff were playing.
Laura nodded and followed Kelly at a slow paddle. The bottom of the lake dropped away sharply under them. They stopped, treading water, a good thirty feet away from the others.
"I figure this might be the closest we get to privacy on this job," Kelly explained at a whisper, wiping away the black streaks of her running makeup. "Dina left her phone on the shore, and she can see that we're safe, so as long as we don't get worked up enough to set off the alarms," she touched her own wristband, "she'll probably let us be."
"You have terribly low standards for privacy," Laura joked, washing a few pink streaks from her own face.
"No, I don't," said Kelly. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
Laura wrapped a hand around the now very orange light on her wristband, kicking twice as hard to stay afloat, and waited for Kelly to continue.
"I was thinking," said Kelly, "that after this job is over, we could take a break while Dina plans the next one. Get a hotel room for a few days. Just the two of us. No wristbands. No life and death stakes. Just seeing what happens."
Laura reflexively squeezed the wristband harder, sure by the thumping in her chest and the tingles between her legs that it was glowing red.
"I mean," said Kelly, "unless that's
not
something you've wondered about every damn time we've done this."
"No, I mean, yeah," Laura stammered. "I have, I just..."
Kelly noticed through the water how hard she was holding the band. "Is this that hard for you already?" she asked, cracking into a grin. "I'm flattered. Do I make Miss Sweet and Perfect lose her composure?"
"I'm not perfect," Laura muttered. "I just do the work, even when it's hard. Like all of us."
She was about to go on to explain about the first few hours being the worst for her, but her train of thought shattered when Kelly swam a little closer. The waves she created along the way jostled Laura's breasts, almost as if she were touching them.
