We sat at a secluded table where his eyes became fixed on my long cleavage. My game of seduction started when I coyly rested my heavy breasts on the table. They were like large soft egg plants strategically protruded from my low cut dress.
Our small talk slowly drifted into a sexual theme and helped by the wine I shared with him some of my secret fantasies involving bondage.
Time seemed to move slowly and the mood became more appropriate for intimate things than for dinning.
John suddenly asked if I would like to feel very helpless and vulnerable that evening and utterly feminine. I would never forget the experience, he emphasized. Pretending to be shocked by his proposal made it easier to hide the fact that the conversation was making me very horny.
The restaurant’s service was rather slow but the conversation and free kept me entertained, still I eventually had to stagger off to find the powder room.
Suddenly I was in the water. Maybe I had passed out. I did not remember much of what had happened before just some rude men by the lavatory. One of them had touched me yet another had pinched or pricked by butt as I walked by.
My legs had collapsed into jelly after that. The men had surrounded me. My legs refused to move now when I tried to kick my legs to swim. There was the odd feeling of being something like a sausage from the waist down.
Unable to use my legs, I tried to palm the water to upright myself I felt the buoyancy of my breasts and buttock bringing me to the surface. I could not understand what had happened to me but I knew that I needed to get away.
Once, I had been a good swimmer, now I was very helpless and totally nude in the water. Why hadn’t I drowned? It was then that I twisted my body and saw that the long vague shape I felt growing from my waist was a mermaid’s tail.
My tissue’s buoyancy continued to pull me upward while I tried to gather my senses.
As I struggled to learn to swim, my tail fin splashed on the water surface. It hit the water like a wet mop causing no forward movement but alerting the men on the boat. It was in vain trying to use my tail.
The men could see me flounder helplessly and as my oversized fins flopped and splashed just below the surface they quickly seized this opportunity.
Some type of nightmare mermaid fantast was playing itself out. It was complete with villains and I was trapped playing the leading role of floppy tailed floundering helpless mermaid.
A sharp pain pierced the tip of my tail. There was a dull feeling of pain as the hook shredded my fin and finally caught firmly, pulling me back.
My heart was beating wildly as they slowly dragged me in toward the boat. My panic turned to excitement and intense sexual arousal. I succumbed to my helplessness and tried to accept what would be done to me.
There were hands instantly all over my body. My fish part was tender sensitive and slippery. I felt as if my legs were tightly wrapped from knees to waist and then somehow blended or melted together into a flexible foreign end portion.
Wrists bound behind my new legless body, I mercilessly tossed on the wet wooden deck landing full force on my bare breasts and the massive fish tail.
For an instant my body lay limp as the pain throbbed inside my crushed breasts, then my tail came alive on its own as if in a giant orgasm. My waist threatened to snap as the large fish that was now attached to me trashed around uncontrollably.
They simply watched as my human torso was thrown around, breasts flailing like wet pillows and my head swung around like that of a rag doll in the grip of a shark.
Someone finally undid my wrist bindings and allowed to use remaining limbs.
I was bruised and aching to be touched and comforted. My naked breasts ached badly after nearly having been nearly torn from my chest. They watched me fumble with the slippery breast skin as I tried to pull my ample breasts near my chest to soothe the pain. Unable to use my arms to prop myself up, I choose to comfort and caress my wet flesh as my tail quivered and jerked on the wood surface.
It was obvious that they had been the ones who changed me. Somehow knowing that I belonged to them completely, made me feel free within this bondage. I wanted them to take me and to be fucked by them, if that was their plan. I really wanted to be used but instead they stood there teasing me. I lay on my back rubbing my tits unable to see my captors as they moved around me but knowing they were watching me. My crotch started to ached badly.
Letting my breasts fall, I lifted my human part using my arms high enough to see the men and finally take a good look at my changed body. There was still a large metal hook embedded at the end of my new tail. I could feel it but only vaguely. The tail was long shapely looked sensuous to me. I could feel its shapely curves. Movement was delightfully, vague and totally useless the way a fish out of water usually is. Then they started harassing me again.
There was the mechanical sound of what turned out to be a hoist the rope that was attached to the hook on my tail grew tighter. The stretching sensation was almost pleasant allowing me to compare the feeling of legs to that of a tail.
Everything felt a big vague down where I thinned down to about the diameter of my wrists. Below that, my fins could have just as well been made of plastic but the tip of the tail hurt as the hook pulled the fins. The pain increased as I felt my tail stretch first along the deck and then start to lift. The whole fish tail stretched and grew longer as it was pulled from the fin lifting my heavy hips off the wooden deck with my torso having no choice but to follow. Hanging there by my fins helpless, my mind still explored the new sensations and wondered when they would stop hurting me and use me the way I wanted to be used. Try as I may I could not remember what it was like to have two appendages much less what it would have been like to part my legs. My upper tail felt like one wide shapely thigh wrapped in the tightest glimmering scaly skin. A constant throbbing in my fish crotch told me I still had a sex organ. I reached for it as gravity pulled my breasts from my hands letting them hang near my face.
I hung from my tail fins desperately reaching for my sex with one hand while the other hand tried containing my dangling breasts. My nipple swung past my lips and I seized it desperately sucking myself hungrily. Someone laughed, clapped and called out to the others. They were enjoying me pleasuring myself but still bent on abusing me.
In a few minutes my pleasure turned to pain, as if my lower body had been turned from fish flesh into fire.
A sailor walked toward me holding a knife. He scratched a thin line cut where my fish flesh met my waist. The savage grabbed a handful of my breast skin and started walking circles around me as he held it. My arms began to tremble from the new sensation and soon went limp. He spun me as he circled me again and again. Each time my tail would twist, first starting at the thinner portion near the wrist by my tail fins. As he continued to twist me my tail was slowly wrung like a towel made of fish flesh.
The pain started to sear like belt of fire moving toward my waist overpowering my mind. They were ripping me in half. As I started to break loose from my fish, blood trickled from my waist over my skin down towards my face. My consciousness faded and I felt myself fall away ripped from my fish flesh…
There was only numbness from my waist down when my eyes opened. I was lying on my side with the cold deck beneath me. Arms roughly at my sides, my breasts lay in a sore fleshy pile with one end attached to my chest wall, both resting on the floor. My back was curved slightly forward and as I looked for my tail I could see only a long bone spine ending in frills of cartilage. All that was left of my lower body was a string of vertebrae. The bones changed color as they neared the end from a pale bone yellow to the light almost translucency of fish cartilage. Not a scrap of flesh or blood was left on them.
It wasn’t until I looked up that I realized what they had done to me. A scale covered lifeless hollow cocoon shape, crowned by large frilly fins hung above me. It was my mermaid tail flesh still intact hanging from the hook. They had literally removed me from a mermaid costume that was in fact my own flesh. Staring in disbelief a few remaining drops of blood fell on my face and I realized that this was not a nightmare. The shapely fish tail that I had somehow been attached to now hung there like heavily padded costume.
Squids are prepared this way I thought in horror. They had removed my fish cleanly and nearly painlessly leaving me a voluptuous woman attached to a fish skeleton from the waist down. In my terror I felt freakish. My mind wondered if I would die or be eaten completely.
Slowly my arms reached down fearfully of what I may feel. The separation was clean. My torso simply ended there were my fish flesh was once attached to me. There was little or no pain since there was nothing there to “feel”. It was all too bizarre. My mind was reeling asking how this could be taking place. Put me back I said, put me back.
Suddenly, I saw John walk towards me, as I lay helpless on the floor. He grabbed my arms near my shoulders and easily picked up my woman half. My de-fleshed fins dragged on the deck still connected to me. He lifted me over his head so that my breasts swung unsupported near his face. His tongue found one of my nipples and he avidly vacuumed a mouthful of breast skin into his mouth. His rough tongue swathed my areola, now fully in inside his mouth. Each time he swung what was left of my body he would spit out one nipple and bite the other one as it came into reach of his mouth. He abused my tits by chewing them on the verge of actually consuming my flesh. The biting and sucking continued for what seemed like an eternity.
John soon released my arms only to grip my fish spine just below my waist. Holding me like a giant breast lollipop with one arm allowed his other arm to fondle my breast tips as his mouth ravaged me still. His saliva drying on the tiny cuts on my tender skin intensified the sensation. As he sucked my breasts, they were like twin giant elongated ultra sensitive areolas. The whole mass tingling continuously.
I managed to slide my hands under my heavy breasts, unsure if I should enjoy the attack or try to extract my large nipples from his mouth. His teeth were sharp and his jaws powerful. He continued to gnaw on my breast harder still chewing my long nipples like gum knobs. Trying to pull my breasts away with my hands only intensified the sensations. I could not pull my tits from his mouth so I let my arms hang down limp.
The pain and pleasure continued until I drifted off again. He was still eating me and sucking me when I woke from my trance. Now laying on my back my right breast was folded up, its sore nipple now in my own mouth. He laughed as he looked at my irritated maltreated breasts with their reddened nipples. Again he picked me up by my fleshless bone, this time carrying me to the side of the boat. I could not believe he was going to toss me over like some fish scrap. Don’t throw me away- I heard myself say as the impact with the water drowned my words and maybe my consciousness.
Suddenly I was in the water. Maybe I had passed out. I did not remember much of what had happened before just some rude men by the lavatory. One of them had touched me yet another had pinched or pricked by butt as I walked by.
My legs had collapsed into jelly after that. The men had surrounded me. My legs refused to move now when I tried to kick my legs to swim. There was the odd feeling of being something like a sausage from the waist down.
Unable to use my legs, I tried to palm the water to upright myself I felt the buoyancy of my breasts and buttock bringing me to the surface. I could not understand what had happened to me but I knew that I needed to get away.
Once, I had been a good swimmer, now I was very helpless and totally nude in the water. Why hadn’t I drowned? It was then that I twisted my body and saw that the long vague shape I felt growing from my waist was a mermaid’s tail.
To be Continued?