This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS -- If you have fantasies, ideas, etc. for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
The Mermaid and the SEAL
Chapter 7
Sean's swim back to shore seemed long and lonely. The whole trip he was thinking about Mira and what if the elders did not sanction their marriage. How could he give up the only woman he had ever loved?
When he reached shore, he wasn't ready to go home, and he began to walk on the beach. As he began nearing the fishing wharf, he saw crowds running to the pier, but he wasn't interested in what was going on until he heard someone shouting... Mermaid. At that, his ears perked up and he began to follow the crowd.
His heart began to pound in his chest and questions ran through his mind. Had they somehow found his Mira? Could it be another mermaid? How could they have captured her? As he got closer to the wharf, he saw the crowd gathering around a fishing boat and trapped high in the nets was a naked girl. His heart sank with an ache in his chest, it was Mira. He stopped on the edge of the crowd and watched as sailors untangled Mira from the nets, but they bound her spread-eagle in the rigging.
His Mira was on display for everyone to see and a rage began to build inside him. He thought about wading through the crowd, cutting her down and taking her away. But then he looked at the crowd. It would be hundreds against one and there was no way he could get through, let alone save Mira. He needed to wait and/or get reinforcements, plus come up with a successful plan. Either way he needed some weapons and began to run back to his house.
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Mira had morphed back into human form when she was still underwater, so she hoped they never saw her as a mermaid. Unfortunately, the boat had an underwater camera and captured her image as a mermaid and also when she turned human. They knew what she was as they hoisted her above the deck, but she didn't know about the cameras. She could feel the eyes of the sailors ogling her naked flesh and somehow felt dirty.
After the wonderful day and night with Sean, she knew how wrong this was. She tried to fight her way out of the net but only seemed to get more tangled.
She had never been shy about nudity, but somehow this felt filthy and depraved. As they pulled into the harbor they hoisted her higher and began to broadcast over the loudspeaker that they had caught a mermaid. By the time they had docked at the wharf, a crowd was building, and more people were coming. The fear in the pit of her stomach almost made her sick. All the stories came back to her in a rush. The brutality, the torment and the death she had heard about were all swimming around in her brain.
She had one option and that was to use her Siren voice to mesmerize the crowd, but she didn't think it would work on hundreds of people, so she needed to look for another time when there were fewer people around. Meanwhile, a half dozen sailors began untangling her from the nets, but then they used other ropes to tie her, still naked, spread-eagle and hoist her back into the air.
Now she was bound naked for the whole wharf to see. She scanned the crowd to understand the mood of the crowd and saw curiosity, fear, hate, loathing and lust. The last one scared her the most. Sean had given her the most beautiful gift of love and extraordinary carnal intimacy. She loved him and never wanted to spoil what they had. She also knew deep inside that no matter what, Sean would move heaven and earth to save her from these sailors. She hung there for about thirty minutes before a group of sailors began to approach her. As they moved towards her, she just hoped Sean had heard about her plight and would hurry to save her.
A man that seemed to exude an air of authority, that the others called Mick began tracing the tip of the knife around her breasts. He spoke to her in a harsh demanding voice, "You are a mermaid and have ruined our fishing for many decades. Changing into a human form doesn't change anything and we have photos to prove our claims. So, change back into mermaid form or we will force you to change."
Mira began to suck in her breath trying to get her breasts away from this knife. Mick seemed to enjoy toying with her spectacular breasts. As he began to pinch her nipples with his fingers, Mira realized he was doing what all the other sailors wanted to do, play with her breasts. The flames in her quivering pussy were growing higher and she couldn't believe her body's reaction to this debasement. It had to be the fear, because she certainly didn't want this kind of treatment. She knew she couldn't change back and give him what he wanted... no matter what. All of her sister mermaids relied on her keeping their secret.
The knife would travel all around her breasts toying with her womanly mounds occasionally leaving little shallow cuts that felt like little pinches on her breasts. Every little touch with the knife sent excited or maybe fearful pulses to her nipples and soon they were distended, rigid like pebbles. Her nipples were thrusting towards all those lusting eyes and imaginary tongues. She could feel all their hunger caressing her breasts and nipples. Everything that happened to her breasts sent corresponding erotic pulses to her weeping pussy.
She thought back to her time with Sean and thought maybe this kind of play could be something they could try. However, there is a huge difference between a loving BDSM relationship and these thugs doing things to her. She wanted out of here and back to Sean where he could take her and tease her any way he wanted, because she would always be contented and satisfied in the end.
Mira attempted to close her eyes so she couldn't see the depraved power her body was igniting in these men. However, the flames in her body forced her eyes open, once again she saw the leering eyes and the licking lips of her captors. Her displayed body's craving responded as she seductively writhed and twisted erotically while hanging from the ropes. She began to smell her arousal, and she knew that her nether regions were slick with her dewy arousal.