Illustration by Sylverthorne
Succour You'd have thought she'd be used to it by now - Maria thought despairingly, trying not to whimper as the seventh of her father's business associates forced himself into her bruised and stinging cunt - used to the pain, the shame, the feeling of worthlessness…
It had been six months since papa had had her made into a mermaid, brought her home and spent the next six days acquainting her with her new 'duties'. Which meant fucking her, every day, several times a day, until every last little bit of rebellion had been crushed, until simply his entrance into the pool room had her automatically lying back on the half-submerged platform, submissive, eyes closed, waiting for his cock.
None of papa's business colleagues knew she was his daughter - though given the sort of men they were, it was unlikely they'd have cared. But she was proving a great success, and papa's colleagues appreciated having something beautiful and exotic to provide a break during their meetings.
The one inside her at the moment grunted, gripping her hips hard as he came, then pulled out, panting, and relinquished his place to the next. Who kicked her tail a little further under the padded rack and pulled what was left of her buttocks apart. She bit her lip and tried to relax, knowing what that meant. As he slid into her cunt, lubricating himself with the semen oozing plentifully down slender thighs and then forced himself into her anus, she whimpered soundlessly, tears trickling down her face. No matter how often they did this it still hurt like hell: she sometimes wondered if the biotechs had got something wrong when they'd 'made her over', as they so-innocently-sounding put it…
As he pounded into her and climaxed, she closed her eyes and tried to distance herself from the pain. Only two more men, then papa, then she would - if all was as normal - be allowed to return to her pool.She was aching by the time her father yanked himself out of her, felt rubbed raw inside, nipples throbbing from where several of them had bitten her. Papa slapped her backside stingingly, chuckling as his associates complimented him on the beauty of his pet, then lifted her negligently into the wheelchair he used to transport her to and from her room. He leered at Gino, pinching what was left of the boy's cock.
"Get her back, clean her up, then report back here in three hours time."
Gino had paled: that meant he would be used for the next break in the meeting. He'd glanced round at the ten men, trembling as they regarded him, eyes bright with anticipation. Big, all of them. It was going to hurt.
He nodded to his master then turned to the wheelchair, biting his lip at the sight of Maria slumped sideways, tears trickling silently down her cheeks. She was so beautiful, and they treated her so badly…In the discreet lift that ran from the second floor of the villa down to the basement rooms, Gino moved to crouch down beside the chair, taking a limp hand - well, thumbless and webbed as it was it resembled a fin more than a hand - in his own and stroking it gently. Maria looked up at him, jewel-bright green eyes filled with helpless tears, then sobbed silently. He sighed and kissed what had been the palm of her hand, wishing he still had the power of speech, wishing he was whole, wishing he could get them both out of this… slavery.
The lift jolted slightly as it arrived at the antechamber to Maria's pool, and Gino wheeled the chair out of the small metal box and over to a padded, concave couch. Pulling the mermaid out onto the damp surface, Maria helping as best she could without usable hands, he managed to get her settled then reached for the hose, the gentle stream of warm water easing her uncomfortably dry skin. It appeared that the biotechs had tried to make her as accurate a mermaid as possible, giving her skin that dried out and cracked if not kept wet. Which, he supposed, made sense if she was intended to spend most of her time in water. It had the side benefit, from her owner's point of view, of making it even more difficult for her to escape. He stroked her face, then carefully slid a cushion under her hips, raising her lower body to make it easier to clean her out. She hated it, but hated the feeling of semen seeping from her even more…
He was swift, and as gentle as he could be, and finally, somewhat more comfortable, she touched his face. He turned to her, eyes sad as she tried to smile, mouthing 'thank you' then raised herself onto her elbows. Gino lifted her into his arms and carried her through to the pool, lowering her into the warm liquid then slipping in himself, watching Maria glide through the water, trying to work the aches out of her body. So beautiful, so graceful. So arousing… His hand went to his groin, clutching at the little he had left of his cock, kneading hard, whimpering silently…
Maria gazed at him sadly, then swam to his side. Poor little Gino. Fifteen, like herself, mutilated, neither male nor female, vocal chords removed and the speech centre in his brain electronically scrambled any time he tried to make himself understood by one of Raphael's little biochips. Another of papa's playthings.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, then pushed at him, indicating he should sit on the edge of the pool. Frowning, he complied, gasping soundlessly when she settled between his thighs and lowered her mouth to his groin, lips pressing closely to his body as she laved the pitiful cock-remnant with her tongue, licking and teasing, nipping very lightly then sucking hard. He fisted his hands in her hair, hips bucking into her touch, feeling heat growing until he thought he'd burst into flames, then screaming silently as he climaxed powerfully, back arched and rigid. As she licked at the thin trickle of fluid that oozed from his organ, he gradually came back to himself, hands sliding down her face and neck to cup her breasts, kneading gently. She pulled back a little, gazing up into his pretty face; his glance flickered to the half-submerged table then back to her eyes. Smiling, she twisted and swam to the device, lying on her back as Gino joined her.
He lay beside her for a moment, gazing at her groin, fingertips teasing the elaborate and massively enlarged clit. It almost resembled some sort of sea-anemone, he thought, a wide shaft nearly three inches high when aroused, with a flat head, the surface dotted with little bumps that he knew were exquisitely sensitive. She squirmed as he stroked, useless hands gaining no purchase in his glossy black hair, then tried to push his head down. Grinning, he took the clit into his mouth, suckling as her hips jerked up…
She came almost immediately, panting, clit pulsing; Gino held still for a moment then pulled away, licking as he did so, and moved up to her breast, tenderly settling his lips over a nipple and sucking gently, rewarded with a gush of warm brandy. He teased the other nipple, smiling to himself as it hardened, as she wriggled beneath him, then slid back down and took her newly aroused clit back into his mouth. He was certain her father had no idea exactly how sensitive she really was: all he'd wanted was an exotic animal for him and his colleagues to fuck. But Maria's new body was incredibly responsive, easily stimulated, a joy to play with…
It took her longer to come, the second time, but when she did it was overwhelming, her tail slapping against the water in sheer pleasure as she quivered below him. Oh, if only they could make love…
But she needed to rest, and he needed to go and do what he could to make the forthcoming ordeal as painless as possible for himself - which meant greasing up both his arse and his cunt, since he knew at least one of the businessmen would want to sodomise him. He slid up to lie beside her, cuddling her close, kissing her fondly. She sighed, and nodded, pushing at him to leave, and he offered a tiny pained smile before swimming back to the pool edge. She waved sadly as he left, then eased herself onto the half-submerged sleeping platform, settling herself to rest.
A floor above, in the control room, Franco smirked to himself, pulled the disc from the recorder and slipped it into his pocket. He had a few of these discs, now - enough that Carlos would punish both Gino and his daughter if he ever caught sight of them. Time for Franco to visit the mermaid. Faced with the menace of her father's anger, he had no doubt she'd let him do anything he wanted to her…
© 2004 May 3rd Joules
Darkside
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