The Ring

The Ring

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 (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this. This story was from an idea one of my fans suggested.

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.

Chapter 6

The next few weeks were bliss for both of them. Every morning, they woke up snuggling in each other's arms and it was like a new beginning. They would have a quick breakfast and then go for a swim, one human and one mermaid. They frolicked in the ocean playing and loving each other. Then Steven had to go to work while Melissa stayed in the ocean and would sometimes bring home dinner. At night they showered together and by the time they were finished, they were so hot for each other their love-making always lasted hours and was constantly epic.

This was a happiness Melissa had never known and only dreamed of. Steven was the perfect man for her and filled her heart with love and passion, then filled her body with desire, ecstasy, and hundreds of earth-shattering orgasms. Every day and night were filled with love, the kind she had never imagined. Her mind was in a fog of passionate love, the kind she never wanted to end.

She had given him the full story of her finding the ring, changing her body into playmate model and being fucked like she had never been. But also, how unfulfilled she had been until she morphed into a mermaid and discovered her freedom in the ocean. In the ocean she had found her home, but then she found him and everything exploded to a whole new level. She found, for the first time, what it was like to be truly loved and she never wanted to give it up.

He loved her story, and it didn't make any difference to how he loved her or felt about her. Steven hated those other men had fucked the woman that he loved, but he had an even more checkered past in the SEALs. So, finding each other, falling in love was something neither of them ever thought would happen, but they did and the past didn't matter, only their future together.

She had become a water creature, like him and the love they felt for each other consumed them both. It had been love at first sight, but every day it became deeper and they drank it in like water. Today was one of those days when her mind was in a fog about Steven and how much she loved him, when the worst thing that could happen to a mermaid happened.

She was mindlessly swimming, thinking about Steven, when she swam into a net and almost immediately, she was tangled in the net. The more she fought the more tangled she became and then she began being pulled to the surface.

Melissa had morphed back into human form when she was still underwater, so she hoped they never saw her as a mermaid. After the wonderful day and night with Steven, she was terrified with this new twist and tried to fight her way out of the net but only seemed to get more tangled.

As they pulled her out of the water, they hoisted her higher into the air with her naked form tangled in the net. She had never been shy about nudity, but somehow this felt filthy and depraved. 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.

However, she didn't know if they knew about her mermaid form and hoped that she shed that form in time. But they were ogling her with a look unlike any other men ever stared at her so, she was worried about what was going to happen. She needed to look for another time when she could use her ring to change into something that would allow her to escape. 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. That ruined some of her plans and as she hung in the air a crowd of people came on deck.

Now she was bound naked for the whole ship to see. She scanned the crowd to understand the mood of the throng and saw curiosity, fear, hate, loathing and lust. The last one scared her the most. Steven 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, Steven 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 Steven 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, "What were you doing naked in the ocean this far from shore. Is there some scuba around here or are you a mermaid, how did you get here? So, change back into mermaid form or tell us how you got here."

Melissa 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, Melissa realized he was doing what all the other sailors wanted to do, play with her breasts. Her exhibitionist streak seemed to reassert itself and she felt those eyes building the passion inside of her. 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.

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 Steven 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 Steven where he could take her and tease her any way he wanted, because she would always be contented and satisfied in the end.

Melissa 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, and it reminded her of her time in New York. 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 excitement.

Mick drew the knife point down over her flat muscled belly and she sucked in her concave belly trying to get away from the knife. The knife traveled past her belly until he ran it around the center of her sexuality. He ran the knife up and down her legs before putting the knife away. His fingers moved in on her clit, soliciting a moan from Melissa. She wished Steven was here teasing her and she knew that no matter what happened, Steven loved her and would fight to the death for her.

Mick yelled at her, "Talk damn it or change into your natural form if you are a mermaid."

She had never tried to hide her stunning beauty and with her exquisite face and dazzling eyes, there was no way she could hide. Her large prominent breasts topped off a taut succulent body, with a tiny, muscled belly with slim tight hips, butt and legs. She had sleek sexy lines with soft lustrous skin making her whole package look the epitome of alluring femininity. Everyone on the ship was silent and aghast at the bound, hanging woman that was revealed to them. She was so unbelievably gorgeous everyone gawked at her as if she were a real supernatural being.

Melissa was silent as well as she watched the reaction her nude body had on the crowd of men and women standing in front of her. Their shameless eyes were caressing every inch of her body, and she had to close her eyes to try to stop the needy throbbing in her pussy. Her body seemed to hunger after being displayed in front of these men. Completely on their own, her hips continued slowly but seductively weaving an erotic seductive dance.

All these feelings were not new to her, it was just like her time in New York. She found she liked the power and the excitement her body produced in these men. Before Steven, she could have had dozens of men, but none touched her heart like he did. Melissa knew how to manipulate men with just a wink or shimmy from her hips or breasts. She knew Steven would be looking for her, but until he found her it was up to her to stay alive, and her taut willowy body was the best weapon she had.

She opened her eyes again and saw several men licking their lips and rubbing their hands together like they couldn't wait to feel and taste her. This made the flames in her pussy go even higher and she let her head fall back as a lusty moan escaped her lips. She began to weave her body to and fro in what she knew was a seductive movement. All eyes on the ship followed her movements, and she was having her desired effects on the crowd. They all stared at her transfixed, with their eyes caressing her breasts, belly, legs and pussy. She knew she had them under control, but how to use that control was her immediate question?

Mick looked at Melissa and said, "I'll bet you've always thought you were too good for men like me and passed by me without ever noticing I existed. We have all the time we need to teach you some lessons and I think we can have some fun at the same time. I don't want to damage you... yet, we will save that till later, but I don't have to do much for you to feel it. Change back into your mermaid form!!"

After a long pause, he grabbed both her nipples and twisted them cruelly. He grinned as Melissa tried to squirm away from the harsh treatment of her already sensitive nipples. Then he grabbed her face with one of his hands, forcing her to look at his face and hissed, "What, nothing to say?"

She decided to give him want he wanted, so she screamed. "Please, let me go and get your fucking hands off of me!"

He jumped back as she yelled at him but recovered quickly. "We know that you are a mermaid, there is no way you could be out here unless you are a mermaid and swam out here, so don't play innocent with me."

Melissa knew she had an advantage now and laughed, "Because I was wearing a mermaid's tail to help me swim faster you think I'm an actual mermaid? Boy, are you stupid! You really think mermaids exist?"

All of his teasing and torment had been to soften her up and make her talk. She remembered that mermaids are supposed to have a strong Siren voice that would definitely have an effect on these sailors. She didn't know if she had that particular skill, or how to use it, but she needed to save that for later if she did. Meanwhile, she used what she had... her sexy body. She remembered in New York she could get any man to do whatever she wanted just for the chance to get at her body.

He suddenly looked a little chagrined, but ploughed ahead, "I know that you have some gills somewhere." He began to run his filthy hands over her looking for any imperfections that might hide some gills. His hands inspected her breasts, her belly and even her womanly slot, but found nothing. She noticed that all of his searching was always her most intimate locations making her feel dirty and thinking that he really wasn't searching for gills. She kept squirming, trying to kick him, but her legs were bound, still she kept him away from her neck.

After finding nothing, he turned and went back to the boat's cabin muttering, "Let's look at those books again and see if we can find out how to see if she is a mermaid." Several of the sailors and others in the crowd followed him, but just as many stayed behind to caress this exquisite lady strung up for their pleasure. Some of the sailors wanted to keep her for themselves, but none believed she was a real mermaid, just an incredibly, stunningly, gorgeous woman. Several fought off other members of the crew, while the others began to intimately caress Melissa.

She pushed the crowd's intimate groping away in her mind and tried to think of ways to escape. Melissa didn't know any limitations of the ring, didn't know if she only had three wishes or some other weird restriction she couldn't think of. She had found her mate and her water environment and didn't want to chance losing it. The hands kept up their intimate molestations and she really wanted Steven to come save her.

Still her mind kept coming back to the Siren voice mermaids were supposed to have, could she figure out if she had it and how to use it. She remembered reading that pitch had something to do with the voice. She tried yelling, "jump overboard" in high, low or multiple pitches, but nothing seemed to resonate with the crowd of gropers. She either didn't have it or hadn't hit on the right pitch.

When Mick came out of his cabin and saw the crew taking advantage of Melissa, he blew his top and began striking those of the crew he could reach. He slashed the rope holding Melissa in the air and watched as her beautiful form collapsed on the deck. He smirked as she moaned and commanded two men to lock her in the cabin next to his.

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Melissa was awakened from her romantic musing about Steven as the door to her cabin burst open. Two huge hulking men surged through the door, looking right out of central casting like pirates. Both were slovenly with several days' growth of beard and dirty ill-fitting clothes. They wasted no time as one bound Melissa's hands together in a set of manacles and the other did the same with her ankles.

At first, she was too startled to do anything and was bound by the time she began to struggle. But struggle she did, wriggling like a slippery eel, she wound up being dropped on the wooden deck. One of the men cursed, picked her up as if she weighted nothing and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The other swatted her ass leaving a bright red handprint on her left butt cheek.

They walked to a section of the cabin that had ropes hanging from the rafters and attached her hands to a hook dangling from the rafters. As Melissa was hoisted into the air, her feet swung free barely touching the ground. Melissa's feet were a foot from the floor, and she felt her shoulders and back pop as her full weight was taken by the manacles around her wrists. She hung by her wrists with her weight elongating and thinning her already athletic form.

The two brutes backed to the other side of the room and watched her wriggle. Their eyes roamed over her taut flesh, but their eyes were clinical and something about the way they looked at her made Melissa scared for her life. She had never had anyone look at her like a piece of meat on a spit. Her body and face had always roused lust and passion, but not with these men, there was animosity. They looked at her like they would rather beat her versus fuck her and fear began to pervade her.

Her shoulders ached as she tried to find a less painful way to swing with her shoulders feeling less pain in her wrists. She stretched trying to reach the floor but was still unable to touch the floor. Her eyes were having a hard time focusing, until she thought about Steven protecting her. As her eyes began to focus her dream lover was replaced by ugly brutes of men.

As this realization hit her, she panicked. Melissa knew she had to resist and fight, but the two men in front of her could crush her with one hand. Still, she started squirming, twisting and shouting, "Where am I? What are you doing to me?"

The brute on the left knew that discipline had to be enforced and he responded in a menacing tone, "Shut up bitch."

Then a tall lanky stranger entered the room. It was Mick from the boat that caught her, but just like the capture his interest was different, clinical and detached. Melissa watched as he pulled up a chair, set it up in front of her and straddled it. His eyes roamed over stretched, taut form, looking for what, maybe flaws or imperfections. She had no idea what was going on, so she stared right back at him.

Suddenly he explosively jumped out of his chair, slapped her breasts, punched her in the stomach and slapped her ass leaving a second red handprint on her other ass cheek. She heaved and gasped trying to get her breath back, all while she swung back and forth with breasts and ass stinging from the brutal slaps. He grabbed her face in a vice-like grip and bellowed, "Don't you ever look at me with that arrogant, bitchy look again. You are a slave now and don't you forget it. Never look at your master unless he tells you to."

Melissa knew that she was in trouble now. She had really been captured as a sex slave and now they were going to treat her like one. However, she had an advantage, they didn't know about her magic ring. She thought about Steven saving her and hoped he would very soon before they did whatever they were going to do. He had watched over her when she was a mermaid and when she was strutting around in her miniscule string bikini, but she had taken him out of the picture when she went swimming alone. Oh God what had she done?

Mick stood in front of her with his eyes roaming over her flesh and wherever his eyes went his hands followed. His hands pinched, slapped and tormented her silky sensitive skin with his eyes watching her face to make sure she never complained. From his first slap Melissa knew that she needed to shut up, behave and even though it would be difficult, she needed to act like a slave. Her body reacted to the torment regardless of her mind's control, mostly because there were some leftover aphrodisiacs from the drink still in her system.

She jerked with every pinch, twitched with every slap, and shuddered with every harsh caress. She swung back and forth with her hips swaying temptingly, her belly knotting, her breasts wobbling seductively and her engorged nipples seeming to beg for more. She watched her body's reactions through her downcast eyes, willing her body to stop its appealing desires, but to no avail. Her arms ached as she swayed, but the rest of her body felt every painful slap or pinch. Where was Steven?

She glanced out of the corner of her eye, gauging Mick's reaction and with each of her twitches he had a cruel, yet satisfied smile on his face. She knew that he was a true sadist and she was in trouble. She dreamed of Steven coming to save her and her eyes drifted shut as she prayed for her savior to come and save her. The minute her eyes shut, she received another punch in the stomach and two hard swats on the ass that sent her swinging wildly. Her eye popped open as she screamed in pain and she saw the cruel face of Mick.

In a menacing voice he growled, "Never close your eyes. I want to see your reactions from both your body and through your eyes."

With that, he pinched both nipples sending pain shooting through her form and her body twisted with agony. Somehow, he didn't seem to care if her body reacted to the pain, actually he seemed to enjoy it. Melissa continued to pray for Steven to come save her with her eyes downcast but open. Meanwhile her body continued twitching and jerking in response to his pinches, slaps, and hits.