The blond tells me soon enough, stroking the slopes of muscles that line the dark haired man’s body as he does so. “Before I let him fuck you, I’m going to suck his cock and make you watch. Would you like that, Mistress?”
“Oh, yes,” I moan. “So much.”
He kneels before the other man and looks up at him. “Don’t come until you’re deep inside her pussy.”
The other simply nods as he begins to work his cock with a strong, veiny hand. He plucks at the man’s balls with his sharp, white teeth, making him growl out a groan. Then he laps at the beads of pre-cum oozing from the fat glans before he swirls his tongue beneath the thick ridge. The man he blows lets his eyes flutter closed and he thrusts against his lover’s lips, begging him to suck him deep. But the blond simply slaps his ass hard and then pulls his mouth away from my other lover’s penis. The dark haired man groans in obvious disappointment, and the blond makes him wait a while longer before he wraps his hand around his shaft again and starts to pump up and down. He sucks his scrotum and I feel my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I’m almost driven crazy by the need to be fucked.
Finally he gobbles the standing man’s cock and deep throats him, shaking his head back and forth as he holds the cock against his throat. I see his Adam’s apple work as he swallows, and the man he sucks off now raises up on his toes and rocks his hips back and forth. He fucks his lover’s face slow at first but his thrust soon grow faster and faster. The blond fondles his heavy sac while he bobs his head in time with the man’s cock.
“Fuck me now,” I blurt out. “I can’t stand it any longer. Please, I need you deep inside me.”
Still he denies me, smiling as best he can around the cock in his mouth as he slides his lips up and down, up and down. He takes the meaty erection from his mouth and watches me with slitted eyes as he laves his tongue up and down the shaft, beneath the ridge, and then pokes it in the pre-cum spurting hole. Our shared lover receiving the blow job moans so loudly I know he won’t be able to hold off cumming much longer.
“Please!” I shout. “Fuck me now.”
The blond laughs and slowly stands. He slaps the dark haired man on the ass and says, “Go give our mistress what she wants.”
With a vulpine smile, my dark haired lover walks behind me and caresses my ass. He dips his head to lick my dimpled lower back. He runs his fingers up and down my damp slit. Then he draws back and slaps my ass hard with the pearly, shell paddle before he drives his cock deep into my pussy.
He isn’t gentle, but I welcome the rough fucking. He holds my hips steady with a firm grip as his cock pounds in and out of my throbbing pussy. I scream loudly this time when I orgasm and I feel like I need to pee as the intense release bursts deep inside my pelvis. It rockets through me and makes my eyes flutter closed. I can feel myself squirting juices and I hear the squishing of his cock as he finishes fucking my pussy. I’m so wet my arousal drips down my thighs.
When he is about to cum, he pulls his cock out and jets spunk all over my ass. We gasp and pant together in the after-fog of intense, wild sex, and to complete our ritual we fully morph into our merperson form, flicking shimmering tails and swimming around one another before we head to bed for much needed rest. Tomorrow we face the beginning of a war.
***
With our forces, we make a sneak attack on the southern territories Vanessa holds. Since her soldiers don’t expect us, we’re able to fight our way to her castle drawbridge with stealth and arrows sailing. Soon myself, Markus, Jamie and a small band of our troops enter her fortress. It, too, reminds me of a pinkish sand castle.
We swim through halls that glow with phosphorescent kelp. On our way to the throne room, we pass through an atrium thick with shadows. Here, we are attacked by a lingering group of Vanessa’s soldiers. Arrows fly and zip through the air. I catch one soldier in the tail and she crumbles to the sand before more arrows assail her.
A shout of pain sounds to my left and I turn in time to see Jamie go down. He’s taken an arrow in the stomach, just above where his tail begins. I can’t see how far in its gone from my vantage point, but I only hope its missed his intestines and kidney. He could bleed out and die before we can get him to the battalion’s medic. I’m terrified, but in order to help save him I must fight on.
I load another arrow just as I see Markus and a few other men go to Jamie. But I can’t keep watching or I’ll take a hit myself. So I focus forward and let another bolt fly. We fight hard and fierce and soon we’ve taken out the small group of soldiers.
Once the way is clear, I run over to where a band of our fighters are clustered around Jamie. Markus is with them, and he turns sad sea foam eyes on me as I break through the group.
“How is he?” I whisper.
“He’s lost a lot of blood, but he only took the one arrow. It went very deep. We have to get him back to the battalion medic now.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Jamie spits out. “Get into the throne room and seize Vanessa while there’s still time.”
“You are important to us,” I tell him, kneeling down beside my fallen lover. “No one is disposable, remember?”
He nods as I say the oath of our royal house. A weak smile tugs at his lips. “Fine, George and Timmin can take me back to the medic. The rest of you get in that throne room.”
Markus and I nod as we stand. I know we’d both like to go with him, but we understand our duty and what we must do. It’s not about our wants right now. We watch Jamie stumble out of the hallway, one arm around George’s shoulders as Timmin keeps the watch for any straggling enemy soldiers.
The throne room is a massive purple room that seethes with blue, pulsing kelp. The throne itself is made from gold salvaged from sunken ships, and a petrified octopus graces the top. Its eyeless body leers down at us, but Queen Vanessa is nowhere to be seen. We fight off another dozen of her soldiers and then stand in the ruins of the empty, cavernous space.
My ears ring from the weight of the silence and I listen to my heartbeat. Then an eerie white-blue glow fills the space to the left of the throne and a small waif floats into the room. She looks no more than twenty-two years old, but Markus and Jamie have told me her magics conceal her ancient age. The queen is rumored to be well over two hundred years old. But it’s also said she’s almost exhausted her magics by overextending her youth and lifespan. Rumor has it her very lifeforce teeters on the cusp of collapse. I can only hope, for the sake of all of us, the rumors are right.
Her glowing blue eyes pin me and she flicks her pearly pinkish white tail before she swims closer. The men train arrows on her and let them fly, but they bounce off a glowing barrier she has cast about herself. She sails through the water, headed directly for me.
“You are his granddaughter,” she says in a velvety voice as she circles me.
I betray no emotion as I reply, “Who?”
“The one who opposes me. Denies me what I want. The one who took my son from me.”
Her face hovers inches from mine as I issue the command, “Drain her.”
She reels back, frowning in surprise as I and my troops focus our combined magic on her and lower our arrows. To fight one as old and powerful as she we must use more than physical weapons. We focus on a spell that we decided would be a part of our attack plan. A spell designed to drain the last of Queen Vanessa’s energy and leave her without magic.
Our combined magic rises with our chant and forms into a gleaming blue-white ball. This ball shoots out and chases after the fleeing Vanessa. She turns and hisses at it, preparing for attack, but it is too fast and she is too weakened. It hits her dead center in the chest, knocking her to the floor. The ball worms its way inside her body and she jitters where she falls. She goes into a deep sleep and lays still.
I command other soldiers to shackle our prisoner and take her to the main battalion camp. We will treat her well and negotiate with her, as planned. War is hard enough, and it is a merperson’s way to shed as little blood as possible. We’ve already
shed enough blood today.
We celebrate our victory with solemn silence, all of us concerned for our wounded leader, Jamie, also waiting back at camp for us.
***
Three months later
I returned to the surface long enough to sell my boat, tell my mother Grandpa was well, and that I was leaving. It took a while to explain everything to her and for her to process the strange tale, but with teary eyes, and after a tight hug goodbye, she wished me well in my new life.
Jamie, Markus, and I are to be married in one week. After a lengthy time spent healing, Jamie is back to living palace life again. Sadly, since it’s an under the sea wedding, Mom can’t make it, but all of my merfamily will be there to celebrate the union of their future kings and queen.
Tonight we present a pre-wedding performance for our closest friends. In the ritual room of our palace, we’ll put on a sexual display to honor each other with pleasure and pain. I’m nervous and rainbow streaks pulse through my tail, signaling my anxiety as I morph into a form somewhere between human and merperson before entering the ritual space with my two husbands-to-be.
My heartbeat speeds up as I enter the chamber, finding people have already begun to arrive early and they swim into place inside plush seats situated in giant clamshells. The whole place shimmers and the open area ahead where we will perform has had extra glowing kelp added to the walls. Streamers made from sea snail and clam shells, as well as starfish, hang from the fronds of seaweed.
I walk to the performance area where my naked lovers wait. Once more the three of us have shifted to this between state for our sexual display. We are the only ones who wear legs in this room.
One of my lovers binds me to a spanking bench made from iridescent abalone and clam shells that have been polished and melded together using merperson technology. My wrists are ensnared in cuffs carved from this same material, as are my ankles. My ass hangs over the end of the bench and my legs are spread wide apart. One side of my face presses into the cool surface of the bench. I keep my breathing even and try to relax as we start, but there are so many merpeople watching it’s hard not to panic. This is only the second time I’ve been on display like this, and while it’s exhilarating it’s also terrifying. I suppose that’s part of the thrill, too.
My dark haired lover takes a pair of purply red snail shells from a large open clamshell we use as our toy box. He lifts me up from the bench just enough to fasten these to my nipples. Hot, searing pain lancing through them from the tight pinch and I gasp from the sensation. When he lays me back down against the bench, the shells bite harder into my skin and my nipples stiffen and throb. The arousal stirs a pulsing in my clit and cunt.
I hear watery murmurs from the crowd and my blond master speaks, “Mistress, you cannot come until we tell you. Small moans are allowed, but screaming,” he pauses long enough to kneel and stare into my eyes, “will be severely punished.”
My pussy twinges hard from his promise. I try to still my breathing, calm my nerves, as we begin.
First a sensation oil is rubbed all over my skin, into my clit, over my nipples. I sigh and feel as if every muscle melts as they caress away my knots, my tension. Then one of them walks to the head of the bench and grabs my hair. He yanks my head up and tells me to suck on his hot, thick erection. I do so with gusto, slurping at his pre-cum slick head and curling my tongue around his rosy pink shaft. He moans and guides more of his cock deep into my mouth. I enjoy the salty, slippery taste of him, sucking strong until my cheeks collapse and then letting up. He fucks my face faster, his thrusts growing carnal thanks to my talented mouth.
The lover behind me massages more oil into my ass cheeks then he probes my anal canal with one, two fingers while he brushes the surface of a tawse made from sunken ship wood over my ass. As he fingers my rectum, the wood leaves my skin then swishes down to deliver a strong, stinging thwack. I moan around the cock in my mouth and my hands fist inside their manacles.
He now moves his fingers to my sex, where he rubs my clit in long strokes that make it tingle like mad. My hips rise off the bench, trying to bring his fingers to that sweet spot that will deliver an amazing orgasm. But he teases me, taking his touch away from my swelling clitoris and sweeping fingers between my wet labia. Then he dips down and buries his head between my legs, poking his tongue in my hole and then flicking it over my clit until I have to fight off an orgasm before I’m disciplined for having one without their permission.
The cock I suck is pulled from my lips as my master tells my other lover to join him up front. I know what’s about to happen. It’s a form of punishment and pleasure designed to test my restraint and I can’t wait to watch, but I hope they don’t make me wait too long before one of them fucks me.
The dark haired man gets to his knees and presents his ass to my master. My master gives me a wolfish smile before he kneels behind our lover and dips his head. He licks the man’s asshole with the tip of his long, pink tongue, laving it up and down our lover’s crack and then swirling it over his balls. Then he pokes it inside the man’s ass while he reaches up with one hand to tug and tweak our lover’s scrotum. The dark haired man groans, but he is warned that the rules apply to him, too, and if he screams too loudly or cums without permission he will also be punished.
My pussy throbs from watching and I wish I could touch myself, rub my clit and make myself come. But still I have to watch on. My breathing grows shallow as my lust grows hotter.
After he lubes up the man’s ass well with his spit, he pins me with a narrow eyed stare as he drives his cock deep into our lover’s asshole. The dark haired man rears up and his back arches deeply. All his muscles go rigid and his face contorts as pleasure rockets through him. I moan with him as our master pumps his cock in and out in long, slow strokes while he gives our lover a hand job.
He watches me as he fucks him, gauging my reactions, enjoying my torture. The dark haired one slits open his eyes to watch me, also, and he smiles through the faces he makes in his desire. I lick my lips and grow hungrier for my turn.
Finally he drives his cock deep into the dark haired man’s ass one last time then draws out and cums all over his back. He takes his time licking our lover clean, torturing me more until I can’t stand it.
“Fuck me!” I demand, and the crowd lets out a collective gasp. “I want your cock in me right now.”
My blond master gives me a scowl and shakes a finger at me. “You were told not to scream without our permission.” He crosses his arms over his chest and I fear the performance will stop.
My dark haired master rises up and speaks. “But we’ve already tortured you enough, I think. And, besides, I want to bury my cock in that sweet ass of yours.”
My face and whole body heat from his carnal words. He and the other master move behind me. Soon one is underneath me, laving at my clit and fucking me with strong fingers while the other slowly nudges his thick cock deep inside my lubed ass.
A sigh becomes a whimper as I begin to thrash in my bonds. My rectum and pussy are on fire with pressure and throbbing, but neither sensation is unpleasant. They rub my g-spot from back to front while one sucks my clit deep into his mouth. I soon buck uncontrollably on the bench, gritting my teeth and hoping they allow me to come soon.
“Come now, Mistress. Come hard. Squeeze my cock and squirt all over me.”
I do as he commands. An intense pressure that makes me feel like I have to pee builds in my pelvis and then bursts, making me shiver and scream out as a strong orgasm rocks me and makes me squirt all over his chest.
The crowd applauds and cheers. After the men cum and finish up with me, they untie me from the abalone bench and gather me in their arms, carrying me to our bed chamber. My heart fills with love and contentment as I ponder a lifetime spent as a queen and giving many more performances like this.
***
Bonus Story: The Reluctant Femdom
By Anita Lawless
“Millie,” Dmitri said, ignoring his coffee. “Go
to the club. You’re a major shareholder in Surrender, and you haven’t even been in any of the establishments we own. For that matter, you haven’t even set foot in Sanctuary.”
I smiled at my best friend, a giant of a Russian Canadian with emerald eyes that saw right through me. Surrender Inc. was our new business venture. Well, relatively new. We’d designed and launched the corporation three years ago. Surrender Inc. was also our brand name for our exclusive chain of sex resorts and sex clubs that catered to a range of clientele, from middle class to the wealthiest of wealthy. Our clubs and resorts prided themselves on being clean and safe. Every member had to be thoroughly tested for any sexually transmitted diseases, and their criminal records were also checked. We offered sex services ranging from bdsm to full body massage to birthday party orgies, just to name a few.
Sanctuary was the top of the top--the board members little present to themselves. It was a resort set up in an old, sprawling mansion the board members had bought and refurbished. Only they or their close friends were allowed inside Sanctuary.
And here I was one of those board members, owner of a trendy sex franchise that was getting press in some of the most well known erotic magazines, and I’d never set foot inside any of our clubs, resort, or Sanctuary itself.
“No,” I can’t.” I waved him off with a well manicured hand, blew away a lock of blonde hair that had fallen from my loose topknot. “I have work to do.”
Dmitri scowled at me, and when the waiter left after refilling my coffee, he said, “Dammit, woman, you’re always working. You need to play, too. How long has it been?”
I sighed. Rarely did we butt dominant heads, except for that brief time we tried to be lovers. We’d both clashed mightily, and the chemistry just fizzled as we’d started to resent one another. To save our friendship, we mutually agreed to call it off. We both punched way too many holes in the walls of our apartments over the four months we’d given it a shot. We made great pals. Lovers? Not so much. But he was the closest thing I had to an older brother.
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