The Emerald Chronicles

Prologue Chapter Four
Early Perils and Triumphs
Part Three

by Alexandra and Jen

A few weeks after the incident with the jogging trail, in fact, on the last weekend before my junior year started, I decided to head to the beach. I drove to it Friday, and was gonna stay the weekend in a small beach cottage. I also wanted to try out my new suit, which was a french cut, white, 2 piece.

Saturday morning, around 10, I walked down to the beach. I was in my suit, and had a beach bag with me. Inside were a t-shirt, some cut-offs, 2 towels, suntan lotion, and other beach sundries, and I was also wearing some sunglasses.

I set up in a spot I found, laying down one towel to sunbathe on, and then setting the bag on it to hold it in place. The part I was on wasn't busy, and there was only one couple, other than me in the area, and so I was able to set-up a fair distance away.

I applied my lotion, and laid down on my towel to tan. For the next two or three house I tanned - and then sawm for a bit, and tanned more. On one of my returns from a quick swim, I saw a young man walking along near the waterline, carrying a very large bag. He was wearing swim trunks and a large red t-shirt, as well as a wide-brimmed straw hat. He was decent looking, although the hat was a little unstylish! He looked up with a smile at ym approach, and continued on.

I smiled back, as I headed to my towel, to sit, and let the sun dry me. I sliped my shades back on, after I sat. After a while I laid back down to tan.

Perhaps a half-hour passes, and I noticed someone approaching. It was the young man again. "Hi! I'm Jeff." He stopped a respectable distance from my towel, but his eyes took me in fairly completely. Of course, that is the *point* of a bathing suit, so I did not mind.

"Hi, I'm Melissa." I said, as I rolled onto my side to face him.

"Melissa. That's very nice. Thank you, Melissa, for talking to me. I wonder, I'm sorry, I know we don't really know each other at all, but, but would it be ok if I took your picture? I'd send you a finished print. Ah! Now you probably think I'm some lech. You are beautiful indeed, but I'm a professional. Honestly. I can prove it if you'd like." He patted his bag as he said that.

"A picture? Right here?" I was suprised by the request, and thought 'If that's a line, it's an original one.'

"Well, yes! I mean, I take all sorts. I do have a studio, and do most of my work there, but I do like to get out and photograph people in the real world, you know? And you, well, I was going to ask earlier, but I was afraid a girl alone, like yourself, would reject me out of hand. Most do. Now, though, well, I decided to risk it."

"Well, sure, I don't mind!" I was quite flattered but I didn't tell him that. But since he had stroked my quite considerable ego I decided I'd repay him "Uh, did you have a particular pose in mind?"

He looked very pleased. In fact he was beaming. "Just as you are, right now, would be wonderful. I, well, no, I can't ask." He lowered his bag gently, and started to open it.

"No, ask. The worst that can happen is I say no." He piqued my curiousty with the way he said that.

Carefully packed, and sealed against the salt air, a camera emerged from the bag, and he laid it gently on a small folding platform that he brought out first. I watched him set up, as I contimued to lay on my side.

He turned to you. "Ok, well, if you're willing, and if you're not in a rush, I would love to take a number of shots. Some, yes, some posed, but others as natural as possible." He pulled a small light meter from the bag, as he talked. "Frankly, I had hoped to have filled up three rolls by now, but, I'm afraid until I passed by here, nothing really captured my eye."

'Flatterer' I thought, pleased as punch by it though. "Well, I can live with a few pictures. I'm not in a hurry today."

"Fantastic! That's great, really great." He was fiddling with the meter, then unwrapped the camera itself. "There's one thing, though. I am a professional, and I would like the option to use these photos as part of my portfolio, to promote my work. We all have to eat, you know, and I'm trying to stay out of the food services industry, you understand. Anyway, I'd need your permission to show your photos as promotional material. I'd need you to sign a standard modeling contract. I, well, I can explain any parts that are unclear. First, though, I'd really like to take this shot, before you move at all!" He finished getting the camera ready, and started moving around in the sand, choosing the perfect angle.

"Well, I can understand you wanting to use them for your studio. I'll look at the contract, but, go ahead, take the picture." I stayed the way I was, so that he could take it. Of course the words 'modeling contract' would probably get me to sign, unless the terms were way stupid.

"Beautiful." He snapped the shot. "There, thanks, you can move now." He pulled a clipboard from the bag, and passed it to me deferentially. A moment later, he provided a pen!

I sat up, and took the clipboard, and pen, and then began to read the contract.

It was a standardized one. Some of the language is uncommon legalize, but still I was able to understand it completely. Nothing peculiar, simply as he said, that I was modeling without fee, for one session only, with a space for the date and time, and that I granted "Jeff Fielding" permission to use the results of this shoot for promotional purposes. He was fidgeting with his camera while I read.

"Hmm" I say, looking at him "it seems pretty clear cut. Is there a way, though, that I can see the pictures before you use them, in case I really don't like how I look in one or two. Not that I doubt your skill at all." I took then pen, in the meantime, and jotted down the date in the date line, and then signed it.

"Well, sure, I can understand that! Believe me, I wouldn't want to use them either, if they don't turn out well! But yes, I can send you proofs, or scans, if you have email?"

"I'll take proofs, I think." I finished filling it out, signed it, and handed it to him.
I do have email, of course, but I didn't need to be giving him that address. I then smiled
"Ok, you're the boss. Just let me know what you want me to do."

"Thanks" he said when I handed it over. He checked it over, casually. I was sure he'd done that before, and he replaced the board in his bag. "OK!" He smiled at me. "I'd really like to get a shot of you emerging from the water, the way I first saw you, but for now, since you're dry and sunblocked up, let's do a little work on the blanket. Perhaps simply lying flat, on your back, as you would normally tan?"

"Sure!" I dropped back onto the towel, laying back, eyes shut under the shades, arms at my side and I angled my head a little his way as well.

I heard him moving around, and then two shots were taken. "Gorgeous, really." Another shot. "Could you roll over, please, Melissa?"

I rolled onto my belly. I crossed my arms under my head, now, so I my head was on them.

I heard him exhale, then he moved, and shot three more fairly quickly. "You look marvelous. Those crossed arms, hmm..." He seemed to be considering something, but just took another shot. OK, now could you kneel?"

"Thanks" I said, in reply to his comment on my appearence. I didn't ask about his arms comment and, when she asked me to kneel, I said "Sure." I sat up, then kneeled, facing the water. My left arm was at my side, my right rested along my right thigh, and my eyes were open, again, under my glasses.

He moved around me. "You haven't done this before, have you?" He took one photo, then reached with a hand to touch my chin. He applied gentle pressure to tilt and turn my head slightly.

I let him shift my head, as I said "Nope. I haven't. Why do you ask? Am I doing things right?"

"There..." Two more shots. "...now facing into the sun..." He touched me again, lifting my chin much higher so my face is directly into the sun. "I hope you're thorougly covered with sunscreen." He then replied to my question. "Are you kidding? You're amazing, you should be paid for this. Have you ever considered being a professional model? Lift your hair with both hands, please."

I lifted my hair, as he instructed. "Uh, no. I never have." I was again flattered at him complement, and smiled slightly.

"You really should..." snap, snap went the camera. "...you have the figure, the face, and the poise. An inner strength, too, I think. Ooh, nice smile, hold that."

"Thanks" I said again, though I waited to say thanks until after he had taken the picture.

"Ok, lower your face, please." He pushed gently to help. "...arms...hmm, arms back I think. Can you clasp your hands behind you at all?"

"Uh, yeah, I could." The request suprised me, and I let him lower my head as I placed my arms behind me, at the small of my back, and held each wrist with the opposite hand. I was also now looking slightly down.

He moved around, taking several pictures. "Oh! I didn't mean quite like. No, no, don't move! It's very good. Wait a sec..." He gently removed my sunglasses and put them out of harms' way, as I stayed posed as he moved around me, snapping the pics.

I was now not staring directly into the sun, and the other couple had packed up, and was leaving this part of the beach.

"Now, Melissa, I actually meant clasping your hands normally, you know, folding them over each other? This, though, this really looks breathtaking. Funny that you should have, umm, no anyway, it's beautiful. I don't suppose, I hate to be nosy, but have you ever been tied up? It's not that uncommon, I don't mean to embarass you! It just looks so natural."

I laughed a little. "Sorry, I didn't know exactly what youy wanted, and I kinda improvised. But, to answer your question, yes, I have been."

"Ah! There we go then. You, it really does look natural, and, well, and beautiful. I don't want to freak you out and send you running, so feel totally free to say no, and I won't say another word about it, but, is there any chance you'd let me photograph you with, for example, some rope around those forearms? Or perhaps a pair of fake handcuffs?"

I normally probably wouldn't have answered that question - the tying one - but his continual compliments had made me quite happy. I did blush though with the next question. "I..I dunno...I mean I definately wouldn't want sometihng like *that* being used in a portfolio."

"Ah! I see, of course, and I understand. I wouldn't have suggested it, but, well, in fact, I've done a little work of that sort, strictly artistic, not that horrible trashy stuff you may be thinking of. I've just never been so fortunate as to have a model of your quality. If I could show that inner strength, contrasting it with the fetters, the limiting constraints of the world on a powerful individual I...I'm sorry, I'm prattling on." He snapped another shot. "Of course, of course I'd send you the proofs, and you would have the choice to rule out anything you found unacceptable. Yet it would be a growing experience for my own development, and you may find them well, amusing at least."

"Well, I didn't say no, exactly. I'm not sure, but maybe. Can you tell me more about how you'd want to pose the shot, were I to say yes?"

"Of course, of course!" His voice was a little brighter again, after sinking into apology and slight embarassment. "I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't enjoy." He paused. "Simply like this, is one possibility. The only change from this pose would be the addition of a few coils of rope around your forearms. It could be more elaborate. Your ankles could be loosely joined, for example. Ahh, or standing, with your wrists cuffed, perhaps from the back, with you looking over your shoulder? Or, well, if we're going to get you into the water once more, we could have a sort of "sacrificial virgin waiting for the Kraken" type of imagery, that's a completely different sort of thing."

"Hmm" I said, as I thought "well, I suppose we could try at least one shot. But not right here - someone might see. I know a better spot." I stood, and said "C'mon". I led him for about 300 or 400 yards, around a slight curve in the beach, to a secluded little cove, surrounded by rocks on three sides, and the water on the last. There are some trees there, and one of the rock 'walls' has a cave mouth like opening. "Will this do?" I asked him, letting
him look around.

He took the opportunity to insert a new roll of film. He fiddled with the meter, and walked a little. "Yes, yes, very good! A bit of a shadow over there, but othereise very nice."

I smiled. "Glad you like. Not many people come here, so we're less likely to be observed."

"Naturally! I was going to suggest relocating as well, although this spot is very nice indeed. Now, we have a bit of a choice. We can do a simple pose, with you standing or kneeling. Or we can make use of the nature around us. If you don't object too strongly, perhaps we could do both. The first rule of photography, never take just one picture." He smiled disarmingly.

"Well, what sort of pose do you think would be best for the initial picture? We can work from there."

He looked at me, rather bluntly, but with a definitely professional air, then he looked around some more. "Somehow I feel it's important to show you striving, to show you with a wildness, a strong individuality. Yes, we should start with that, and something more submissive-seeming could be considered later. Now, in that suit, I think your arms should be behind you..."

"Ok" I said. I put my arms behind me, and let him adjust them for the shot. "You're the professional, so we can go with what you think wil work best."

He crossed my wrists. "Hold there." Concentrating, his tone now lost it's tentativeness. He strode to his bag, and began to rummage deeper in it. "Try shifting your shoulders a little more back, yes. Chin up, up more! Think, you're proud, you're strong." He emerged from the bag with a pair of leather cuffs. "Your wrists will be bound, but you, yourself, are undaunted.
He walked over, and behind me. I could feel him fastening the cuffs. They were lather bands with buckles, probably not all that strong, but I couldn't be totally sure about that.

He fiddled a bit, getting the cuffs properly buckled up. "There." He grasped my arms and tugged them a bit, pulling them a bit more back and down, before walking around in front again. "Chin up. Eyes open wide. A haughtier look with a little anger, perhaps." I tried to look defiant, although I didn't know if I was. I did know my breasts were thrst out by the pose, and opened my eyes wider, to try and look imperious and angry. "Good! Very good. Hmm." He headed back to grab his camera.

He took a shot, then another. "That's fantastic!" My face started to show a little pleasure at the additional compliment. "No! Angrier!"

"Sorry" I said, and then scowled.

"That's better." He walked around, and took another shot.

"Need to show the wrists." He walked behind me, then took a shot from the side, and another from the back. I could feel the leather wrapped around my wrists, and held myself like I imagined a princess would, were she held like this.

Then he was back in front, and pushed my head down. "Look up, just with your eyes, chin down. There..." Another shot. "Hmm, move over there. Yes, near that tree, go on." He moved closer to the bag, but took another shot.

I walked over to the tree, casually. "Now what?" I asked, when I got there.

"Ah, no, no, that's not it at all. Try again, back where you were." I retuned to where I was. "Yes. Now walk again, but think, you're powerful and important. It's unjust that you should be bound like this. Yet, there's nothing you can do about it. Sullen perhaps, or simmering and maybe a little frightened at the unfamiliar helplessness." I then walked back to the tree, head up, trying to make my face show a mix of anger and concern.

The camera snapped twice. "Much better, but still...hang on." He rummaged through the bag, coming up with another pair of leather cuffs, with a fairly long chain between them. "These are for your legs. Hold still." He bent down, pressing against me as he bound my ankles.

I could feel the cuffs on my wrists, and tried to do as he asked. I tried to picture myself as someone imprortant, who was unfairly bound. I nodded to the second pair of cuffs, as I felt them tighten about my ankles.

"There, that should increase the feeling of helplessness. Try to walk now." The chain was two feet long, limiting my stride considerably. I walked again, as best as I could. I did actually feel, hmm, perhaps not helpless, but definately vulnerable, and tried and let some of that into my expression.

"Ah! So much better." He shot three shots. "Now then. Cuffed as you are, and in a fetching bikini. Perhaps you should be chained to the tree, or to the rocks. Yes, I'd say with the swimsuit, the rocks are more appropriate. Now, your fate is closer, you've been held captive, for how long? You can't say, but there's very little hope, anymore, that you will escape from this. You are proud but helpless, and fully aware of that helplessness. You don't know what awaits you, but you have no real hope of avoiding a terrible fate.

I shivered a little at the words. I said "Well, the tree might be more comfortable, and easier to secure the cuffs to. But if you think the rock is better we can use that. Maybe partly a water shot, with the rock? I could be, say, waist deep." As I spoke, he moved up, and gently pushed my head, so I was looking down.

"Yes, it would be." He rummaged again. "A sacrifice, chained to the rock. A good possibility. But to leave you gagged, or ungagged so your tormentors can hear your pleas if any, or your screams?" He weighed the options. "Actually, we'll try the tree first, before we get you all wet." That word sent another shiver through me. He had me turn around, and then raise my arms. He pushed me against the tree - I could feel the bark on my top, and then undid the cuffs long enough to loop them around a branch, and then resecured them.

I heard him approach again, and with one hand he touched my buttocks. For a moment his hand rested there, then it pressed firmly, causing me to press fully againt the tree. "Legs apart, take up the slack in the chain!" His tone was commanding, and my legs moved the full two feet apart as felt myself pressed against the tree.

I heard the camera shutter several times. "Beautiful. Look back, over your shoulder, anticipating what might be coming. Fearing the whip, perhaps."

I looked back, the way he asked "Like this?" I said, trying to look fearful.

He came closer. "No doubt you've felt it before, and you don't know when it's coming, or where." Then there was a contact against my thigh. It was his hand, but it felt electric!
He backed up and shot quickly, and I tried to keep looking scared.

"You're fantastic! You really should do this as a career." Then his two hands were on my hips, pulling me from the tree. My wrists were still attached, but he reached up and unbuckled them, rebuckling them after turning me to face away from the tree. Then he pressed me back, pushing my back against the rough trunk, arms a little stretched up. With a foot he pressed the inside of my feet. "Apart!" he snapped. My legs spread as far as they could go, as I pressed back, against the tree. I licked my lips a little nervously.

He shots twice. "There, lick your lips like that, once more. Now." I did so and he shot again. "Ok, now dangle, head down. You should be slumped, suspended by your wrists. Don't worry, those cuffs can support you, and much more."

I did dangle, letting my wrists take my weight. It was a little uncomfortable, but not painful, and I heard another click as he shoots once more.

"Excellent. Head lolling, you're exhausted. You've been bound to the tree for so long and your tormentor has shown you no mercy. You've tried to escape, to no avail. Your spirit is weakening, there seems no way out." He shot again, and again. "He approaches. You know he's going to do something terrible, something you've hoped to avoid. What might that be? Think about it, fear it. In desperation, you struggle, using the last of your strength. Will it be enough? It seems hopeless." He paused. "Go on, flail about, as if trying to free yourself. Don't worry you won't accidentally break free."

I let my head roll, as he said. In my mind, I can picture the princess, bound like this, except her legs are tied to the tree roots, making her more helpless even than I. I heard his words, and I pulled at the chains, not with anywhere near my full strength, but with enough to make it convincing.

He seemed pleased, and I heard the shutter several more times. "Beautiful, now then. I believe the time has come to make the sacrifice. You are freed from the tree." He released my arms from the cuffs. "We'll use your idea, of the water and the rock, and for this we need metal cuffs." He had those, too, and each of my wrists was placed in a manacle. "Off with those." The ankle cuffs go next, and were not replaced. In fact, my wrists were not bound to each other, so I was actually quite free now. "Go now, lean back against that rock. The water's still shallow there I think, a bit less than waist deep, so you'll have to scrunch down a little.

I walked to the water, and into it. It was cool against my legs, and soon I was in it, and it was up to my waist. I found a good rock, and leaned against it, putting my arms on it, over my head. "Umm..how will you secure the chain?"

He was messing with the chain from the ankle cuffs, and apparently with another one. The water felt nice against me, as I waited for him to get done messing with the chains. He looked up. "Not to worry, the pose will be slightly different, but this should work." He walked over with two chains, the 2' length and one much longer. Both had buckles fitted to the end links, which he proceeded to attach to loops on the manacles. "

He then had me put my arms out, like a T, then bent them back slightly. The chains were then wrapped around the rock, and each buckled to the other. It held my arms tightly out to mu side, and sent anoter tremor through me.

"Not too uncomfortable, I hope." He splashed back, and retrieved the camera. "Now, we just have to wait for the sea monster!" He smiled, then takes two more pictures.

I smiled, after the pictures "It'll be a long wait, then." I said, jokingly. I could feel the sea spray, and the wind blowing through my hair.

"Damn, need to change rolls. Hmm..." Jeff put the camera down. "Hang on, this should add to the feeling of helplessness." He brought something from the bag. It was a strange apparatus of several leather straps, although I couldn't figure out what it was from its appearance in his hand.

"What's that?"

He splashed in front of me. "Head up!" and as I did he brought it in front of my face, apparently about to put it on me. "It's sort of a helmet, just three straps, really, to fix it to your head. It has this built-in gag, however." He pointed to a thicker strap "So the bound, perhaps royal, sacrifice can not plead for assistance, or attract the attention of wandering heros."

"Hmm, do you have to use...hmmmmppph." My sentence was cut off as he put it on me, tightening it so that the gag strap stayed in place. He rather quickly managed to attach the thing, sliding straps over my head and tightening them. Two basically held it in place and the third actually clamped from the temple to under my jaw, preventing me from even lowering my jaw to speak. The thick strap covered my lips quite effectively and tightly. "Mmmpphhh!" I said - if you can call it that - as he stepped back after getting it set.

"Oh yes, it's very necessary. There are just too many heroic types around, that's why these stories never quite work out. Somehow the virgin, or the princess, or whatever the sacrifice happens to be, somehow she's always rescued at the last moment. Not if she's properly secured, though, and silenced. Not only helpless, but without screams to bring aid." I felt another shiver as he spoke, the way he said that, it's almost like he thought I was some sort of sacrifice. "Now, where's that monster?" He looked out to sea, then back at me with that grin. Somehow the grin seemed friendlier before, but I couldn't really swear it was any different now. Maybe it was my imagination.

I felt helpless for the first time, truly. Gagged, chained, the water would even keep me from effectively kicking. Jeff left my field of view, apparently replacing film. Then, I felt something brush my leg. I glancde about, nervously, hoping he finished the shoot quickly. I jumpped a little at the brush on my leg. Looking down, I saw that the water was frothy, and fairly murky. I could only can see the white of my suit bottoms at times when the waves were just right, and I didn't see a fish or anything else.

I looked back up again, then glanced about once more. He was taking a little while, but of course he had to walk back to the bag, and perhaps dry his hands also. Then there was another contact, and it was a little more forceful and was probably not a fish. No, certainly not! Something presses against my leg and it felt muscular and a little rubbery. I gasped through the gag. "Hmmmphh!" I pulled on the chains, but they just rattled and held me still.

It wass a very strange contact, a strange feeling. Not a hand, but something pressed against my thigh. Oh, it's very long...it's like a snake, a length of it pressing against your thigh...then worse, a portion, a tip, pushes against the material of your suit. Then I saw movement, and Jeff was returning, camera in hand.

I gasped again, and tried to kick it away, as I looked at Jeff. "HmmmmPPPHHH!!" I said, trying to indicate to him that he needed to take off the gag. My kick was horribly slow, and it made contact with something. It was not a snake, it was like several snakes, pushing against my foot, wrapping around it as it glided into them. Jeff looked at me. "Yes, you are gorgeous like that. Now hang on." He snapped a shot. About then I realized that it was not snakes. It had to be something like an octopus, altohugh I didn't think it was one of those exactly.

I felt the tentacles wrap around my foot and calf. I looked to him, eyes wide "Hmmppph!!" I then looked at the water, and back at him, angrily, I hoped. I also tried, after a moment, to squint at him, hoping that would ruin a shot, and he'd ungag me to ask me why I'd done that.
The one probing tip was pressing strongly against my suit, a little forward of my clitoris. Others were wrapping around both legs and touching me all along my lower legs. One then joined the first, pressing the inside of my thigh.

Jeff snapped several shots and seemed quite pleased. I squinted, but he chose that moment to walk behind me, to get shots of me chained hands, and the chain itself wrapped around the stone. I could feel the tendrils on my legs and suit. I looked over my shoulder at him. "Hmmmpphh!!!!!!" I cried, ratting the chains.

"Oh, that's fantastic! Keep it up!" The tentacles had a sort of rolling motion against my legs, wrapping around both pushing in, against me. It was persisting in its explorations. The two against my suit roll along, and to my horror, I could feel one tip trying to worm its way past the elastic of the 'leg' of my suit! Jeff was snapping shots of my head, he was turned and just visible from behind the rock. I could feel the tendrils surrounding my legs. They weren't tight, really, but they did hinder my movement, casuing me to panic a little more. Jeff was looking away, and I 'hmmphhhed' again, and tried to pull on my arms, to rattle the chains, and maybe, if possible, whap him with one if he was close enough

Jeff, behind me, continued to take a couple more pictures. "That's beautiful. Thrash like that. The monster is coming and who knows what it'll do to this juicy sacrifice." There really wasn't much play in the chain as it barely gots around the rock, with my arms stretched out and back, though I did get it to rattle, however! Meanwhile, "the monster" was still pressing, and that one tip managed to push past the elastic of my leg, several inches now sliding into my suit bottom. 'Idiot' I thought. "Hmmpphhhh!!!!!" I yelled, through the gag. Then a thought hit me - maybe, if I go still, he may think that something's wrong. Then I did freeze as I felt the tip slide into my bikini bottom. My eyes got wide, and another, panicky "Hmmpphh!" emerged.

Jeff started to move around to the other side of mr, but for the moment that meant he was completely out of sight behind the rock. The tentacles kept slipping further up, outside and inside my suit. My thighs were well-wrapped now. The one that had penetrated my suit slithered around inside the front of it - accidentally brushing past your clitoris before moving further forward. Another, now, briefly broke the water. I saw a glimpse of a greenish-brown tentacle, and then it nuzzled up to my hip, pulled down, and managed to catch the waistband of my bottoms.
Now I really started to panic, and I began to thrash somewhat, yelling, muted though it was, for Jeff, and pulled with all my might on the chains, hoping that perhaps there was a chance I can get free somehow, though I was pretty sure it was a forlorn hope. I could feel the tentacles around my legs, holding them apart. I wonder what the owner of all these tentacles could be.

"Just a sec! Save that energy! It's awesome!" Jeff's voice came from back and left, as he waded through the water painfully slowly. The tentacles seemed agitated by my thrashing, however. They moved more quickly, squirming around all over my legs. The one inside my suit brushed my clitoris again before tapping the inside of my thigh. But, much worse, the one that had caught my waistband tugged, then tugged again more forcefully, and my suit started to slip down and also to stretch close to a breaking point.

I could feel the bottoms start to slide down and stretch. I kept thrashing, and tugging, hoping a chain would give, or that Jeff would look at me, to tell me to save energy, and see the plea in my eyes. I also leaned my head back, against the rock, as I thrashed, to try and saw the leather of the holding straps against it, tyring to weaken the gag.

I heard a little splash from Jeff "Ooh! what was that?". I was happy, maybe now he'd realize something was wrong! Below me, the upper tentacle started to roll into my suit, bringing more tentacle with it, and my suit was starting to cut into me. It was not painful for you, but clearly the suit was not long for the world. It was also pulled way down on the right, still hanging from my hip on the left but at a 45-degree angle down from there towards the opposite hip. Meanwhile, the first tentacle in its writhing, pressed its length right along my midline, touching lips and clit simultatneously, and paused there. I, in the meantime, kept thrashing.

"Huh, must have been a fish." Jeff came around, and finally appeared in sight, clicking a shot of me in profile against the rock. It was an excellent picture in fact, with my leather-encased face turned towards him. My 'hmmppphhing' hadn't sunk in, but surely he'd catch on soon! Unfortunately, the bikini bottoms gave out and snapped away, lost to me. And, between my legs, the one tentacle began moving again, gliding backwards, stopping, then gliding forwards.

"Have you felt anything, Melissa? I think there are fish in here."

At first I felt relief, surely he heard the tear, and would finally get a clue. Then I felt the tentacle, gasped, and nodded to his question. "Hmmphh!" I said, thinking 'Damn right I feel something!' I then saw a tentacle rise up behind Jeff. It extended perhaps 2 feet out of the water. "Hmmmpph!!!!!" I yelled, as I kept sawing on the leather strip.

He paused in his photography, and looked at the water which seemed awfully stirred up. Behind him, the tentacle tipped forward, and touched his back! He jerked forward and spun.
"Wh...holy shit!"

I nodded, thinking 'Yeah, now you know what I've been thinking.' Jeff almost dropped the camera as he recoiled, only saving it by a bit of desperate juggling. "Shit, shit!" he screamed as he secured it and surged backwards away from the tentacle.

My tentacles didn't slow down. In fact, the one that stripped me, or perhaps another, I had no way to tell, also emerged from the water. It pressed against my waist, but this time climbed upward. 'Unchain me' I was thinking, as I saw that, and squirmed a little as the tentacle under the water kept moving. I could only watch it slide higher. It felt wet, and maybe a little slimy. As I sawed on the straps, the one between my legs was doing a bit of a sawing motion itself, drawing back, and pushing forward, keeping a steady pressure on me. I could feel how it got thicker further along. Then the top one slid higher, under my top, and flexed. My back string snapped and my top fell into the sea, and with a wet slap the top tentacle pressed between my breasts. Jeff was 'heroically' wading behind the rock, emitting incoherent wails and curses. 'Unchain me!!" I thought again, as I saw the one on my chest, and felt the other sliding along me. It's movements caused me to gasp into the gag again.

While I had other distractions, I was listening with keen interest to Jeff's progress and figured out he was heading for shore! He didn't pause at all at the chains, instead he splashed franticly to get away. Between my legs the tentacle drew back, and the narrower tip pressed a little harder, briefly threatening my inner lips, before sawing back again. Higher, the second tentacle pushed up between my breasts, then curled sideways, brushing curiously over one breast.

"Hmmpphhh!!!!" I bellowed, sawing as fast as I could at the strip. If..if only I could break it, I could yell for help. I could see the one curling, feel the other, and I was held helpless, between the chains and the other tentacles.

Jeff was moving faster through the shallower water. He soon reached the sandy beach and ran another couple of yards before turning around. "Oh shit, oh my god, oh shit." His crisis reactions left much to be desired. Then he saw me and the tentacle. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" He's has his camera in one hand, he was pulling his hair with the other, and he steped towards me, then away, torn between cowardice and responsibility. I kept rubbing my head as well as I could against the rock, hoping to somehow get through this one strap, then dislodge the mask. Tentacle #2 finished exploring one breast, then discovered the other. Tentacle #1 pressed more forcefully, actually gliding between my outer lips on the strokes, and seeming to be very deliberate in its contact with my clitoris. It's smooth rubbing was quite arousing.
I saw a third tentacle, perhaps the one that chased Jeff, emerge from the water before me, and heard another "shit" from the shore.

I kept sawing, ignoring the one on my breast. However, I was now gasping into the gag, every few breaths, with the deliberate rubbing of the lower tentacle. "Melissa! I'll...I'll get help! I'm sorry!" I heard. He turned away, then turned back. "Maybe I can..." He grabbed a tripod from his bag, and fully extended it, first laying his camera down. Tentacle #1 had a good thing going, and kept at it. Tentacle #2 now curled more sharply, wrapping around a breast completely, and started to squeeze. Tentacle #3 began rising, rising and slipped along my body and soon reached my neck.

My own sawing kept going, but was getting weaker. I could feel myself starting to get aroused from the rubbing, and perhaps from the helplessness, as well. I didn't even really pay attention to #3, though #2 did add to the growing arosal I was feeling.

Jeff soon discovered that the tripod leg woouldn't reach the tentacles unless he got his feet wet. He decided to opt for discretion, as he backed away from the water's edge. "Damn! I can't help. I'll find someone!" His eyes remained on me. #1 continued to move, as #2 squeezeed more, but it's very tip brushed further along, inching towards my nipple. #3 slid past my neck, touched my jaw, my cheek, my ear, and the leather straps that cover my head.

I was gasping more often now, as the lower tentacle kept moving across my lips. I felt #2 brush my nipple which was already hard where the water had splashed it. I knew where #3 was, but was paying no attention to it. I also heard Jeff's words, but I was not looking at him, and I could see him running, in my mind, for help, while he really stood watching.

I sawed away, as well as I could. #1 drew back again, and the tip wriggled quite deliberately at my opening, the tip even slipped a quarter-inch in despite my efforts to clamp down. Fortunately, the tentacle again moved and pulled the tip away and out. #2 squeezed, and released, making a compressed globe of that breast and the tip slipped wetly over my nipple. #3 was fiddling apparently aimlessly and then with pleasure, I felt a strap part! Now I just had to work this mask thing off. Unknown to me on shore, Jeff picked up his camera again, covered it with the sea-spray cover that conveniently muted the sound of the autowinder, and captured the scene. He shot three pictures, his own cock rock hard.

I was of course still gasping. When I felt the strap part, I started to thrash my head from side to side, trying to knock it off of me. I also used my tongue to push the gag strap out of the way, to help me try and shake it off. Tentacle #3 was clinging to mr but not seriously limiting me. If anything, it might have been helping, as it seemed to be working under the remaining straps. For an instant, my thrusting tongue contacted something wet, slick, salty, and rather muscular. Finally, the tentacle and I, working together, got it off me. It splashed into the water, as I took a deep breath, and yelled "Jeff! DO something!! Unchain me!"

#3 had to some extent replaced it by coiling around my head like a headband. My yell
awakened Jeff, who jerked, and backed away. His eyes were eyes locked on the scene as he backed out of the cove. #2 started to flick over my nipple like a tongue. #1 glided back and pushed itself into me again. This time, the tip remained at my opening, but part of the tentacle, by a tight loop, kept itself against my crotch clit. The tip wriggled its way into me as before, but now I had the added burden of the tentacle making short gliding motions over my clit. The combined efforts of 1 and 2 caused me to gasp loudly.

"Ohhh" I said, adding a "Jeff hurry!" I could feel my own growing arosal. Then part of 3 dropped down, past my eyes. It was a stange brown color. It brushed my lips, which I snapped closed.

The tentacles seemed be more agitated than me. I could feel some sort of pulse within them and it was quickening. Abruptly #2 left my breast which brought a little relief which vanished as it wrapped around my other breast, it's tip stroking my nipple like a tongue.

#1's tip twisted and writhed in a most lively fashion, presseing into me insistently as #3 started to behave like #1. It's the tip brushed over my lips, leaving a salty wetness in its wake. The penetration of #1 forced an "Ahhh" from me, and the snesation of #2 caused my lips to picker into an "Ohh"

Before I could say that, though, it was abrubtly stifled by #3. #3's tip zipped into my mouth, holding itself there just inside my lips. The thing felt rubbery and tasted like the ocean. No sooner had I come to terms with this, when #1 surged forward, lancing several inches into me, and squeezed me apart with an audible "thuck"

I felt the thickness of it drive into me which drew another gasp, though that was muffled by #3. It felt good as it pushed inside me, and I wished I could deny that, but I couldn't. I relexively licked at the tip of #3 between my lips. There was something to it's tase besides saltwater, but I couldn't put a finger on it. At the lick, it pushed in further, seeking out my tongue and trying to flick it as #2 was doing to me nipple. #1 paused and then it drew back, an inch or two. It surged again, four inches forward, thicker thicker than before. In fact, I noticed that with the rapid pulsing, #2 and #3 were beginning to get thicker also.

#1's driving thickness, plus the fact part of the tentacle was still on my clit, forced nearly continual gasps from me, as my arousal grew. Then it started to get thicker, which started to drive me crazy. Thick cocks always do that to me, and this felt thicker than any cock I'd ever had. My tongue flicked out, quicker now, over three, as I tried to identify the strange taste. My nipples were both quite hard and the one two was 'licking' was now throbbing slightly.

#1 was pulling an "inchworm" over my clitoris, gliding forward and back. It's tip "shtoops" wetly out of me, then surged back in, displacing water as it moved. #2 didn't let up, but changed its tactics. The 'licking' stopped, the coil squeezed my breast more firmly at the base. Then I discovered the tip had formed into a much smaller coil, which looped around my nipple and tugged it, slipping off after pulling the nipple and breast an inch or two forward.
#3 surged forward, filling my mouth to capacity before pulling back leaving just the tip past my lips. There was no question that all three tentacles were heavily swollen. They stretched me, and caused my jaws to open fairly wide to accomodate #3.

The multiple spots of stimulation, and the agressiveness of the tentacles, and my own helplessness had me gasping and panting. When #3 pulls back, I was wantonly following it, licking at it, before it moved forward again, filling my mouth.

My hips were moving back and forth, over the very thick first one, as it too pulled out, and then slammed back inside me, filling me with it's thickness. It pulled back out, and plunged back in, as did #3. I knew I wouldn't be able to open enough to take much more. Still I licked, still they thrusted, and retracted, still #2 scooped at my breast, tugging it wetly. I was moving with #1 now, squeezing it when it was inside me, it's thickness feeling wonderful.

The tentacles acceleratd, getting stronger and more forceful. #1 was soon just ramming into me, driving as deep into me as it could. My tongue, and the inside of my mouth, soon tasted something new. Well, really it was the same taste, only much more of it, apparently leaking from the tip of the tentacle and coating the inside of my mouth, the surface of my tongue, and my lips. And, my breast was feeling moist where #2 was on it. It seemed that
the tentacles were coming to some sort of climax-equivalent.

The water was surging with the force of #1's penetration. The tentacles holding my legs pulled them further apart, which gently stretched me. Then both penetrating tentacles paused, pulled out, paused, and barged in more than before. Then they held, and after swelling to fill me impossibly full. Then they pulsed, and abruptly exploded within me. From all three tentacles a semi-viscous fluid shot, copious amounts spurting inside me, overflowing my already-full mouth.

I felt the three surge, and explode. I swallowed some of #3's fluid, with more of it leaking out, over my chin and neck, as #2 covered my breasts with it's own fluid. The stuff tasted like melted vanilla ice cream! So, I was gulping it down as much as I could! I soom came myself, as they kept spurting. One was of course inside me. But two covered my chest, and three slid from my mouth, his juice hitting my face and hair.

Finally the flow stopped. The tentacles remained in contact with me, although #1 did slip out. My legs were released but I was still chained! I sagged against the rock, drained, and, for the moment, too weak to care I was chained. My face was so coated with the fluid that it was some time before I could open my eyes carefully. In fact, I only did so after the tentacles very suddenly zipped away from me.

To me left and seaward I saw something new. A tall 'man' was watching me. I could only see him from the waist up, out of the water, but I estimated he was 9 feet tall. Other than that, and his green skin, and the two flaps beneath his ears that might have been some sort of gills, and the hair that looked like seaweed, he's a normal, muscular man. He was naked and staring at me with a look best described as apologetically benevolent.

I gasped, then, somehow, said "Who - what - are you?" My voice was still somewhat weak.

"Ahhh. Miss Human, are you unhurt?"

"I..I..don't think I am hurt. Though, maybe you could help with these chains."

"You may call me Athor. Please do not be afraid."

"I'm Mel" I stammered, then weakly laughed and said "I'm too drained to be afraid."

He moved closer, somehow not creating a bow-wave or a wake. "I live in these waters." He approached to examine the chains, then one of the tentacles rose up behind him, curling toward him.

"Um, Athor, there's a tentacle behind you."

"...and I'm afraid you've had a run-in with my little Xepphistl". He chuckled, a little embarassed, and reached a hand back to stroke the tentacle casually. "I'm very sorry. I really can not let him wander unsupervised. The fault is mine." The chains parted, and he turned to the tentacle, speaking in a strange blubbering tongue. No words I could understand, but it was obviously a variant of "bad dog"

"Ahh. He's your pet, then?" Before he could answer, I kep talking, even as he worked on the chains. "What are you? And, what is it?" and part of me wanted to ask 'and where do I get one." For, you see, nothing can make me cum as hard, or as well, as Xeph. Yes, I have been with him since that day. Not often, but it's always wonderful. I slumpped into the water, as the chains released me. I let it cover me as it felt nice "Well, it's partly my fault, as well, so don't be too hard on him."

"Melissa. Yes...a ... pet, of sorts. The relationship is not quite so simple. I an what you humans call Mermen, and that is good enough. At least you can pronounce it." Xepphistl." Athor shrugs. "Xepphistl is Xepphistl, there is no other word. Xepphistl is very rare."

"Well, im glad I met him, and you." and my words were true. "I've never imagined that mermen really existed, and now I've met one." I smiled, brightly, as I let water wash over me.

Although Athor was near the rock, he didn't seem to have gotten any taller. Apparently what was below the waterline was not proportional to what's above, or was not legs at all.
Athor smiled. "I am very glad, Melissa, you take it so well."

"Well, I did kinda, inadvertently, entice him, so I can't blame him too much. And you did free me, for which I am grateful."

"Not all our meetings with Humans have been so amiable. And, most Huwomen respond unfavorably to Xepphistl." I found that hard to belive. I wanted to take him home with me! "If you wish, I have the power to remove memory of the event from your mind. It is common in these cases. Not that these incidents are common!"

I smiled. "No, no, that's ok. I'd prefer to remember him." I blushed a little, and added "and you. I, I don't know if this request is proper, I've never met a merman before, but, do you suppose that, from time to time, when I am here, at the sea, we could talk. I won't tell anyone about you - and there's a sea cave back there, so no one would see."

"I feel I should give you something. Humans who react as you have are rare indeed." He listened to my request. "I know the cave. Yes, I would welcome the opportunity to learn more of your people. Among my kind, I am considered something of an expert on Humankind, but I confess that is no difficult task. My people have, as a rule, little interest in the land-locked people. I can not promise to come, but if you are in the cave, slap the surface with your palm twice and wait. I may have far to travel, but if I hear you I will come, with pleasure."

I smiled "That's all I can ask. I am not at the shore often, myself, though perhaps now I will travel here more often.

"If I do not attend within a demi-hour? I will not be able to attend at all."

"That sounds like a workable plan."

He nodded. "I look forward to such a meeting, and trust you will honor your promise not to speak of us, to anyone." I did so, meaning it. Even the reference to him here is with Athor's permission. He then said "It is in my power to grant you a small favor." He drifted closer, leaned down, towering over me, and inhaled. Then he said "From this point on, you have no need to fear the ordinary creatures of the sea. The swift shark, the short-tempered eel, even the almost mindless jellyfish will respect your scent, and leave you in peace. I regret this dominion does not extend to the more sentient beings but we are fairly rare."

There was a hint of emotion in his face, but I didn't know what exactly. His expressions were almost non-existant to my untrained eyes. "Xepphistl is quite sentient, but perhaps will behave in the future."

"W..wow! That's an amazing gift. Thank you." I said, meaning it. I had never, when growing up, expected magic in the world. But, first Tonatuih, and now Athor, and who knew what else I may encounter in the future. I then grinned at his use of the word 'perhaps' "Well, he has my permission to misbehave with me anytime" I said. Then I though of Jeff. "Umm, Athor, perhaps you should go. The man who was here might be back soon, with others, and I wouldn't want the two of you seen."

He nodded. "Yes. He should be back within minutes, with two Humen." Again there was some unreadable emotion. "I will take my leave, and look forward to another meeting."

"I look forward to it as well."

Athor moved away, backing away from me as easily as he moved forward. When he was ten yards away, he nodded, then simply slipped under the waves as if he was pulled smoothly under by his feet. I watched Athor slide into the sea, and vanish. Then I looked about for Jeff's camera. I don't know if he took pictures of what happened but I looked to see if it's close by.
I sqw it, on it's stand. So, after a moment to clean myself, I walked naked out of the water, and to the camera. I opened the back, exposed the film roll, and then closed it, and walked to his bag, hoping to find a shirt. All I found was a towel, that I wrapped around myself. I'd walk back to my own stuff, and get my clothing from my bag.

I started to walk, then, wrapped in the towel, to the edge of the cover. Suddenly, around the corner, so to speak, came three men. Jeff and two others.

"Melissa! Melissa, are you ok?" Jeff said, as they jogged up to me.

I knew I must look wet and disheveled to them. The towel covered me from breast level, though the tops were exposed a bit, down to my bottom. Part of that was exposed too. Other than that I was naked. And, it was pretty obvious, I thougt, I was naked under it. And, my hair was wet, my eyes still wide, and I was breathing pretty quickly. I walked a little closer, legs not as strong as I would have liked.

"I'm fine. I just need my bag, thanks." I gestured with one hand out to where I had set up earlier, which was out of sight right now.

They all looked at me what I hoped was and Jeff said "What - what did I see?"

"Oh." I said "It was an eel I think. It bumped into me, too, but then swam off."

Jeff looked more than doubtful. "That was no eel! I saw..." He hesitated, realizing he was about to incriminate himself. "...that is, the thing sticking out of the water. No way was that an eel! It was an octopus or a squid or something."

The other two, in turn, looked dubious. "Uh-huh. A giant squid, right, captain Neeno?" He probably meant Nemo. Jeff reddened at the implication.

I should have walked on, towards my bag, but I didn't. After all, I told Athor I wouldn't risk him and so I said. "I saw it more clearly, Jeff. It was an eel. It certainly was not an octopus. It brushed my leg, then you saw it, and it scared you, and you ran off. It scared me, too, so I know what you were feeling. But, it just swam off, so there's no need to worry
now." After I said that, I again started to walk, holding the towel, and starting to get closer to them, to step around them, and head for the endge of the cove, and then to my beach bag.

Jeff hesitated as I approached, then inspiration struck him. "Wait a minute! Hold on there, Melissa..." He was eyeing your chest and the tops of my breasts. "...if it was just an eel, where's your swimsuit? Huh?" He was standing in front of me. As the conversation took
this twist, the two men turned from ridiculing Jeff to scoping me out more closely.

"Yeah, prove him wrong. Let's see the suit!"

I looked at him. "Well, while you left me on the rock, and ran away from the eel" I almost added 'like a girl' but didn't, "the string got caught on a sharp part of the rock and snapped. That's why I need my bag." I kept walking as I say that.

He backed up to stay in front of me. "Uh-huh, right. Look, as I was going to find help, I did look back, and I saw that thing, that tentacle crawling up your body, and I saw it rip your top right off! Why won't you admit it?" The others looked very interested, as they traced the imagined path of this 'tentacle' up my torso.

"Oh, unless, unless it took something else too, and you're embarassed! Is that it?" Three pair of eyes descend to the bottom edge of the towel. Jeff was still staying ahead of me, I was just passing one rescuer, and the other had already fallen behind me. I tried to ignore the visual caresses that the exposed bits of my bottom were getting.

"You mean as you ran away from the eel, you thought that you saw something. But, there was no tentacle, maybe the sun was in your eyes." I kept walking, still a good 50 or so feet from the edge of the rocky cove. Once I got to the edge, I'd be able to be seen, if anyone was on the beach.

"I know what I saw! That was no bloody eel, and since when do eels come out of the water, rip bikinis off, and wrap around your breasts, huh?" He pointed at the area in question. "What are you hiding?"

The rescuer beside me walked alongside, following Jeff's pointing finger. "Oh yeah? Around here?" He grinned and draws a little circle in the air. "That don't sound like no eel."

"I think that you were seeing things. I expained what happened to my top. Now, I think you've been watching too much -eek!" I eeked as the third one tugged my towel away. I stood naked within the triangle of the three of them. The third grinned, and snapped my towel. It stung my bottom, and I moved away from it, my hips jerking forward enticingly. After a moment, I spun, and tore it from his hand.

They grinned at me, and the one who took the towel spoke. "Looks like that rock got more than your top, or was it the eel?"

The other guffawed, and Jeff said "I told you so!"

The other rescuer, now on my left side: "So, did some tentacle come up and snatch your bikini away? Whoah...what else did it do?"

"It didn't do anything, but yes, I also lost my bottom. I climbed out of the water too quick and tore it on something. There was no tentacle, though." I let them see me naked, standing agressively, then wrapped the towel once more about me. "I'm going to my bag now." I said, huffily, and turned, and again started to walk.

"Right, wait a moment!" Rescuer #1 stepped up to me. "We'd better see that you didn't hurt yourself in the process."

"Yeah, I thought I saw a little cut." said the second

Jeff obviously didn't believe me. "Now wait a second, Melissa." He almost jumped to block my path, and his finger tapped my chest. "I know I saw something more. It just so happened I saw quite a bit, including two tentacles, one clearly groping your breast. I bet there was another, too. You were sure squirming those hips of yours."

"Ohh, we'd better check that, too." said one

"That's right. Hold up, missy. Drop the towel." added two.

I glared at Jeff. "I wasn't moving my hips at all, thank you. There were no tentacles, no hip moving, none of that. You were clearly mistaken." My tone was strict and firm. I then say to the others "I'm fine, I'm not cut." Then #2 spoke his words, spoken like a command. Part of it - the hold up - rolled off me. Then he said "Drop the towel." For some reason I did! I gasped in suprise, but, instead of reaching for it, I brazened my way along. "There." I said "Happy?" as I pushed Jeff to the side, fairly easily.

#1 said "Oh yeah! Very happy."

"Good, now I will be going." I still made no move for the towel. I'm not embarassed to be seen naked, after all, and didn't want to encourage them.

#2 added "Just about." Unlike the others, he noticed my gasp, and was intrigued. He paused a second, then he barks out "Stop. Turn around so I can see you."

I started to walk away again, then stoped when he said stop. I didn't turn, though, and I looked over my shoulder, and say "You can see me." Jeff was recovering from the push.

1 said "I love how you dropped the towel. You must be feeling pretty hot, having three studs like us staring at your naked ass!"

I scoffed, inwardly, at that. Studs indeed. I then again, started to walk. I was about 45 feet from the end of the cove.

2 said "I can't see your breasts. I know you want to show them to me. Turn around."

Jeff saw my naked body walking away. "I oughtta get my camera! Hang on." and he ran back to his bag and camera.

1 sort of sides steped and jumped along beside me staring. "Ohhh, come on, don't you want to play with us? We walked all the way over here to rescue you, even if that nut doesn't know what he's talking about, well, it's the thought that counts, right?"

I didn't turn around as I walked on, about 35' away from the edge of the cove now, as I spoke with #1. "Well, yes, it was nice of you to come and help. How about this. You run out there, and get my bag, and I'll get dressed, and I'll treat the three of you to dinner. That way I can say thanks for your intending to give me a helping hand." I smiled at him, as well, a friendly smile.

One said "Well, I don't..."

Two interrupted. "That's an excellent idea. Joseph, get the young lady her bag."

One whined back. "Me? What, and you'll be here? But..."

Two "Melissa here has offered us dinner. Don't you want to eat something? Go on, we'll be waiting right here." Jospeh looked closely at #2, then with another once-over for me, he sprints for my bag.

Jeff, meanwhile, had reached his bag, grabbed an extra roll of film, and picked up his camera. He started walking my way, obvlivious to the fact his camera's ever so slightly light, as #2 intrpudiced himself as Frank.

I chatted with Frank, casually, and soon Joseph was back with my bag. I pulled out the loose t-shirt within, and pulled it on, and then added the cutoffs. Dressed, and feeling better I said "C'mon let's go." We walked out of the cove, the three of us, and up across the beach. I gathered the rest of my stuff, then lead the way to my cabin, and, leaving them outside, I walked in.

I locked the door, and ducked into my bedroom. The shorts came off, and a pair of panties wento on, and then the shorts were back on. Then I stepped into some sandals and grabbed my purse. Then I headed back out, with a smile, and lead them to the car.

We were soon in my car, and again, we casually chatted until we got to a place not far from the beach.

It was called 'The Nautulus' and it was a steak and seafood place, with somewhat of a theme. The tables are set off in small alcoves, alowing some privacy, and some nights there is music or other kinds of shows on the center stage.

We got there before any show set up, though there was one later. The table was round, with a curving leather bench seat running around it. The guys let me sit first, which is only polite after all. Joe and Jeff sat to my left and right, with Frank next to Jeff. If Frank wanted to, he could slide over to be directly across from me.

We all ordered, and ate, talking casually. We decided to stay for after dinner drinks. I drank soda, since I was driving, and decided to stay for the stage show, which was a magician.

The magician took the stage, and begans. A couple of card tricks, not new, but well executed. He also 'reads minds', which works with the one volunteer he selected from the audience. He then sent that volunteer back. "Now, for my specialty! I'll need a volunteer from the audience, someone who is willing to be hypnotized. And I promise, I won't make you quack like a duck." There was polite laughter from around the restaurant.

"You should go up there, Melissa!"

"Yes, it'll be fun! Play along, just do everything the Amazing Yenni says."

Jeff just nodded.

I shook my head, intending to decline. I didn't want to do this, but, I saad "Well, sure, I suppose." I don't know who was more suprised, the three of them, or me.

Joe slid to the side, and I slid out, past him, walking to the stage.

"Well, thank you, little lady! Give her a hand, everyone." There was polite applause. " What's your name?"

"Melissa"

"Great, nice to meet you, Melissa."

"Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"No, I haven't been."

"No? Well, it's very easy, as you'll see. It's a snap!" He grinned, his eyes remaining on me as he starts to pace around me, and back and forth in front of me. "Are you scared?"

"Of course not." I said easily.

"Great, nothing to be afraid of. Now I want you to pay very close attention to me. Nothing else, just focus on me. Listen to my voice, that's right, just listen to me."

He then droned on for a bit, telling me how sleepy I was getting and the like. He was so boring I was getting sleepy.

After all that, I was standing, and Yenni was smiling triumphantly to the audience. "Melissa is now hypnotized. Melissa, I promised I wouldn't make you quack like a duck, do you remember that?"

"Yes"

"Now, Melissa, I'm going to turn you into a chicken. When I count to three, you're a chicken. One, two, three, you're a chicken."

I listened to his words. He then counted to three, and I was far from being a chicken. So, I grined to myself, and said "Cluck!" and then grinned and says "Just kidding!" There was some laughing from the audience, though he was far from amused. He dismissed me, and I walked back to the table, sliding in between the guys once more. They'd been drinking, and after a few minutes began teasing the stage show part I'd had.

"That was lame." Jeff said.

"Yeah." said Joe. "I mean 'Cluck like a chicken, Melissa.' Give me a break."

I laughed as well, as he added "I woulda said 'Dance on the table Melissa." I grinned. "No way I'd do that." I said.

Frank said "What about 'Fetch us beers, Melissa.'

"Nahh - that's what a waitress is for.' said Jeff. "How about 'Touch your breasts, Melissa."

"God, you guys would be horrible hypnotists, I'm going to the bathroom."

With that I slid past them again. Joe said "Well, when your done leave your panties off and give them to us." They, and I, chuckled, as I walked off..

I made it to the bathroom, and performed the normal bathroom functions, then headed back to the table, where the guys were still contemplating thier own versions of 'hypnotist commands.' I noticed that the magician had shot me a dirty look when I was near the stage on my way back from the bathroom. He musta still been peeved I had not played along.

I got back to the table, and slid into the booth once more. This time Jeff didn't move, and as I squeezed past him, he said "Hey, Melissa, sit on my lap."

"Ok" I said. I didn't know why, and I sat down right on his lap. He reacted by placing his arms around my waist.

Joe grinned "Maybe it just takes her a while to get hypnotized."

Frank laughed "Or maybe she realizes, at long last, we're all such studs. Lean back against him and relax, Mel."

"I am relaxed." I said, as Joe said "Yeah, relax, put your feet up in my lap."

"I don't think I want to get that relaxed here." I said "C'mon, it's time to go." I rose, and led them to the front, where I paid the bill.

"Thank you, and come again." said the girl at the register.

I had just stepped outside with the guys when a small orgasm ripped through me. I gasped, and trembled. Frank moved up next to me. "Mel, are you ok? What happened?"

"I..I'm fine." I said, flushed. I then led us to the car. As we drove, they kept chatting about the 'act.' I was wondering why I had climaxed like that.

As we waited for a red light to change, Joe said "Oh, here's one. Melissa, tell us your three most erogenous zones, other than your breasts and pussy."

I replied "My ears, my bottom, and most of all my toes." Then my mouth dropped, I couldn't believe that I'd said that.

"Cool!" Joe said. Frank chucked, as did Jeff. Then he said "Mel, take off your shorts and panties."

"You must be kidding." I said, as the light turned green. We drove on, and hit the last light - once more red - before the beach.

Jeff said "No, I was serious, take them off."

"No." I said, and then we were at the beach. We all left the car, I slipped out of my sandals, and carried them in one hand as I walked towards my cabin.

Jeff said "Oooh, not bad. Sand up to your steps."

Joe said "Hey, aren't you going to invite your brave rescuers in?"

Frank added "Yeah! Invite us in, Mel!"

"Well, ok, but not for too long. I need to get some sleep tonight after all." I led them inside the cabin, dropping of the sandals when I got inside. They followed, with one of them shutting the door behind us all.

The three of them entered, then spread out a little to check out the small cabin. Jeff also assured himself that his bag, which he dropped off here when we first came by before heading to the Nautilus, was still here.

"Nice, so what's to drink?" Joseph wandered to the fridge to see for himself, forgetting to try to make me play waitress.

"Just some water and soda, feel free to help yourself." I called out.

Frank grinned and said "Maybe our hostess ought to slip into something more comfortable, like what we met her in. That was pretty sweet, remember Mel?"

"I think seeing me in just a towel once per day is enough." I said, sweetly, as I sat on a chair.

Jeff said "You think that towel was hot, get a load of this!" He pulled an odd black mess of straps and leather triangles from his bag.

Frank replied "Woah. Jeff, you've gotta be a boy scout, 'cause you're always prepared! Mel! Come over here, and put this on."

Joseph poked his head out of the fridge. "Put what on? Holy, yeah! Go for it, Melissa! Wear that for us tonight."

"No, I'm not wearing that, that, leather thing. Besides, you're not all staying for very long. You can hang out for a half hour or so, then you have to leave." I can't believe that they thought I'd put that tiny thing on.

Frank asked "You have any music? Here, let's turn something on." After that, Joe put on a CD. He then said, after it was playing "Nice rhythm. You can really feel that rhythm, deep down inside. Can't you, Mel? You'd like to dance now I bet."

"No, I'm not your entertainment for tonight, guys. I don't mind chatting, but, no, I don't want to dance."

"Yes, here we went out for the evening, and we didn't even take you out dancing!"

"We went out for dinner, that's why."

"Well, we'll make up for that now. Dance, Mel!"

"I told you, I'm not dancing!"

I sat on the couch, with Jeff and Frank to my left and right, and Joe sitting on the coffee table in front of me. The three guys were each having a glass of soda, and, I was having nothing.

We, mostly they, were chatting, talking a bit still about the show, and about the beach earlier. I could also feel, and see, the appraising glances each tossed my way.

After a while, they had finished the drinks. They were trying to find an excuse to hang out, and Frank said "Hey, Mel, get us another round, okay?"

"No, guys, look, I am a little tired. It's been a long day and all. Maybe we can get together in a week or so, some dinner and dancing, or something."

They did look disappointed. "Well, maybe can you just pose for us, once." Jeff asked, adding "After all, you are pretty enough to be a model."

I smiled. "You are quite the flatterer, but no. I've done my posing for today already."
They slowly stood, still seeking excuses to stay.

As we walked for the door, one, Frank said "Well, how about a good night kiss."

"Well, okay.

I paused, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "What about me?" Jeff said.

To be fair, I had to give him one, too. But he turned his head, so I pecked his lips.

Then Joe said "My turn."

I turned to him, and started to say "Ok" but he stepped close, his hands going around my hips. He grabbed my bottom, pulled me close, and in my suprise, slipped his tongue into my mouth as he ground his crotch against me. I'm not sure who was more suprised, me or the other two.

"Hey!" Jeff stepped forward, but not to berate Joseph. "No fair. If I'd known what sort of kisses you were giving out. Man, I want what he's having!".

Frank said "Relax, Jeff. At least you got to kiss those luscious lips. Melissa, kiss me once more please, just like that."

Joe was very reluctant to back away, his surprisingly talented tongue going some way to offsetting the liberty he had taken.

I was a little flushed, still suprised by the kiss, as I heard the others talking. I stepped back, easily seeing the bulge that Joe had just ground against me.

"Well.." I said, to Franks' request, then said "No, I will kiss your lips, but, no, not a french. I stepped forward, intending just to give him a peck on the cheek. But, as I got to him, Joe slapped my bottom! "He..hmmmpph!"

My protest was cut off by Frank's tongie sliding into my mouth as his hands grabbed the sides of my hips. Frank held me in place for a couple of seconds, his tongue exploring where Joseph's had just been.

Jeff was practically hopping, eyes bulging as he watched Frank. Joseph stood very close behind me, his hand not quite having left my bottom after the slap. It slid along the lower curve of one cheek, as Frank held my hips gently.

Pressing lightly against me, with his stiffness quite noticeable through his jeans, Joseph whispered into my ear. "Come on Mel, let us stay a little while longer, and have some fun. You won't regret it." Then his head darted forward to plant a tiny nibble on the back edge of my ear.

Jeff hovered closer, not able to get in between the two others.

I could feel Joe pressed againt my bottom, as the kiss ended. I heard his words, and said "No, you guys have to go.." My voice trailed off as he kissed my ear.

"I..I mean it, you have to go right now." I said, trying to make my voice sound forceful. For just a second, my mind flicked to Jeff's bag, and the things he had inside it,then I again said "You guys have to go."

Frank said "But Mel, you want us to stay. You know you do, and we're not bad guys at all. In fact, we can be very good. Here, give Jeff a kiss, and I'll show you." He stepped back and to my left, but kept his right hand on my hip. His left hand traced lightly up, across my waist, then quickly up my side, over my shoulder, and to my neck. He pressed in, his fingers kneading the back of my neck and down to my upper back.

"I never said that you were bad guys. But, still, you need to go." I could feel his hand trace along my side, and I didn't move it aside.

Joseph, still pressed against you, pulled his head back and switched it to the other side, to whisper in my right ear. "Listen to Frank, Mel, let us stay." He planted a kiss high on my ear. "We'll make you feel so wonderful." He lowered his lips to nibble my neck.

"N..no" I said, and shivered a little as he kissed me, "you all have to go." Yet, my neck tilted a little bit, as I wondered why I was being so passive with them.

Jeff, meanwhile, needed no urging. He stepped in front of me as Frank backed away, and Jeff's left hand held my right hip where Frank's hand had been. He licked his lips, and said playfully "Kiss me, and if you're nice I will show you what else I brought."

I shook my head "N..no...no more kisses. You all have to leave." Yet, without realizing it yet, though I would soon, as he finished his snetence, my arms moved behind my back, with my wrists crossed at the small of my back.

"Of course we will. Just let me show you something, first." Accepting that he won't have a kiss just yet, Jeff actually moved away, walking the few steps to his bag and returning with it, His hand was inside, rummaging.

"W..well..ok. I suppose you can show me something. But, but then you have to go."

Behind me, Joseph whispered into my right ear again. "Good girl. Hold still now." His hand left my buttock, and a moment later his two hands were on my shoulders. They were just resting, not restraining. Then he rubbed gently up and down my upper arms. He applyied the very gentlest of pressure backward, holding my arms there while not really holding them.

I realized then where my arms were, and wondered why I put them there. While I felt no need to leave them there, Joe's words not withstanding, I did, for the moment, as he rubbed my upper arms.

Frank moved back in to fill the void Jeff left. I was effectively sandwiched between Frank and Joseph, although they remained entirely gentle and moved slowly but steadily.

Frank leaned in, bringing his other hand up so now both hands were at the base of my neck, kneading, and holding. His face approached, to kiss my forehead, then lowered to kiss one eye, then the other. I hed to close my eyes for the kisses.

As I opened them again, I stammered "Frank, I..I said no more kisses." There was just a tiny bit more force in my voice as I said that.

"Ohh, I thought you meant you wouldn't kiss me. I didn't know I couldn't give you kisses, should I wish to. Is it so terrible?"

"It's not...but..you're playing word games with me..no more kiss..ahh...kisses."

Behind me Joseph shifted a little to make room for Jeff. He pressed his body more firmly against my left quarter, and his head returned to my left side, his tongue-tip wriggling up the outside of my ear.

"J..Joe" I stammered, "that goes for you, too."

Jeff spoke, from behind me and a little to the right. "Now just relax, you'll like this."

Something long, like a heavy glove, rested against my upper forearm. No, not a glove, it didn't have a hand to it. It was more like an armband, but it extended from wrist almost to elbow. He moved firmly but smoothly, as he glided more of the material, fairly soft leather, between my arms and my back.

I started to move, to tug my arms away, and he said. "Stay still! You said I could show you this!" The command hit me like a ton of bricks, and my arms stopped moving.

He proceeded to fold down more of the material behind my arms, and the two ends met along my lower arm. In fact, it was a single 'tube' that enclosed both forearms, fixed in place by three quick straps and buckles along its length. I felt him close it around my arms, and tighten it. As he did, I moaned softly, unaware that I did. They all heard it though.

"Oohh, what are you doing?" I asked, as I wondered why I felt so flushed from only a few kisses. They shouldn't have affected me that much, as I added "You said show me, not put on me!"

Frank smiled. "Well, you really ought to let us keep kissing you, since you're enjoying this all so much. You really are, I can tell."

Joseph added "But if you prefer, we'll stick to licking, then." And he did, the tip of his tongue flicking my earlobe playfully.

I gasped. "N..no! That's not what I meant!" as Jeff replied to my question.

"Well, I wanted to show you what it would look like, on. You'll see, it's fabulous. Doesn't she look great?"

Frank and Joseph both agreed. "Oh yeah, Mel, you look wonderful. That really suits you"

Frank added "It does nice things to your posture as well, keeps those shoulders back."

"Besides, I do believe being helpless like this is turning you on. Admit it. It makes you feel good to have your arms bound together like that."

I tried to say no, but I couldn't, and simply shook my head. He couldn't be right, could he? I didn't think he was, but at the same time, I was much more aroused than I should have been, from just a couple licks, and some kisses. I could feel myself starting to wetten, and my nipples were hard points against my t-shirt.

Jeff was at his bag again "I tell you guys, she's a natural. You are, Mel, you ought to do this more often. Have fun with it, just relax and think of how good you look like this. In a sec I'll be able to show you, so you can see." He dugs deeper into his bag.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel Joe's playful licks, and see Franks eyes on my breasts. "Uh...nn...noo. I'm not excited. Please, take it off me." My voice trailed off into a gasp as Joe's head moved back and then reappeared on the right, and his tongue flicked to the inner curve of my ear, tracing along one ridge.

Frank's hands, in the meantime had shifted forward, tracing the top of my collarbone with his thumbs as he massaged you. "Relax, enjoy it. It all feels good." It was certain, with where he was looking now, that he had noticed the stiffness of my nipples, and his thumbs shifted the t-shirt's material with each caress.

"Yes you are." Joe stops licking my ear just long enough to point out the silliness of my own denial. "You're flushed pink, your breathing is faster, and there are other signs. You are getting aroused, Mel and you do like this."

Jeff spoke up, still rummaging. "Where it it? No, Mel, I can't take it off yet. I haven't shown it to you as I promised I would. You'll just have to stay like that for now." I moaned softly again as he said that. He pulled something from his bag, more straps of some sort, apparently not what he was looking for, as he started to put them aside, but he gave them a second look.

I was hot and flushed, and the massage of my shoulders by Frank, and the kisses on my neck and ears, and the feel of the two hard cocks pressing against me were all working against me. As do Joe's words, and then his hands, too, as they slid down from my arms, onto my denim clad bottom, and started to carress and fondle. I tried again to deny the words, but couldn't. Most of me wanted him to be wrong, and to stop, but a tiny part of me wanted them to throw me down to the floor and ravish me. I couldn't find the ability to say anything, and shook my head a little, trying to fight the sensations, and to clear it.

"Ohh," said Joe "another advantage of having your arms up there, is that they don't get in the way of this." He gave a slightly harder squeeze to my buttocks, breathing in my ear. His hands ran freely over my behind, sometimes gliding around to my hips to give me a tug back. Each time he did that, it brought his ever-harder cock into firmer contact with me, and then he backed off to let his hands roam again. "Mmm, do you feel that?." he asked, as he pushed it against my bottom again.

I couldn't help but feel it, as he it pressed againt me, and rubbed along my bottom with his hands, His breath on my ear sent chills down my spine, as I could feel my arousal continue to grow.

Frank, in front, brought his head to my left cheek, and whispered into my other ear. "That's not all which is so nicely exposed." I could tell he was breathing more heavily, as he drew back again, and this time let his hands cross completely over to the front of my shoulders. His thumbs traced along the tops of my breasts, over my t-shirt. "You're gorgeous, and red hot. Don't deny it, and don't try to make us stop, it's obvious what you need."

His words flooded into me, and I was finding it harder to think. I moaned softly, growing so hot. Maybe, maybe he was right, maybe I did need them.

Jeff, who was out of my sight, had kept the additional straps, as he finally cames up with a polaroid camera. He checked it quickly, and started to return. "Wait a little more, Mel, I'll be right there. You're going to love this shot, you look sooo hot. You are one amazingly sexy woman, Melissa, no wonder you like to show off that form of yours."

I moaned loudly, as I pushed back, unknowingly, and pressed my ass along and against Joe's cock. His hands caressed along my bottom, as his mouth licked the left side of my neck and ear.
My nipples were throbbing, anticipating Frank's touches. But his hands slid lower, barely touching my breasts, as they moved teasingly over my ribs. I then saw Jeff, with the straps and camera, and I gasped again, with my legs nearly buckling. All three of them picked up on the moan, and encouraged, pressed a little more tightly in around me. That in it's turn drove me a little higher. Surrounded, arms secured, I felt deliciuosly helpless, yet, at the same time, safe.

Joe also moaned as I pressed back against him. It sounded very loud, as his mouth was right next to me when he did. "Ohh, Mel, we are going to have such a loonng night." One hand stayed om my buttocks, but his other left for a moment. I heard a sound from behind me, but my foggy brain wasn't sure what it was.

Frank slid down, and moved his hands centrally. They were too low to make any but the lightest contact with the undersides of my breasts. There, he griped the material of the t-shirt with his hands, and pulled it down, stretching it over my chest. This brought my nipples into more obvious prominence, and also dragged the cotton of my shirt across them slightly, rubbing them gently downward. That in itself brought a moan from me, as the cotton ran over my ohh soo sensitive nipples. I sagged a little more, legs feeling weak, as I licked my lips, and my breathing was very hard.

Frank held it like that, then released, sliding his hands further down. I felt his fingers slipping into my waistband and grasping the bottom of my t-shirt. "Here we go." he said, and then they emerged, pulling up as they did. With a deftness indicating practice, Frank had also unbuttoned my shorts, and the zipper slipped down an inch, while his fingers drew my t-shirt up, his hands moving straight towards my breasts.

I didn't even register the the shorts unsnapping. I saw the shirt coming up, his hands drawing it higher. His fingers crossed over my belly and then my ribs. He pulled the shirt up, it was briefly over my eyes, and then over my head, and released it. It fell back, getting caught behind my back, where my arms were secured. Then his hands were back, on my breasts, gently fondling, as he teased me by moving his thumbs near, but not onto, my nipples.

Jeff brought the camera up, the straps dangling from one hand, and snapped a picture as Frank began drawing the t-shirt up, and as my buttocks happen to be pressed back to Joseph's benefit. I didn't even notice him take the picture, nor did I notice it when he came closer. He set his gear down for the moment and reached with one hand to touch the front pocket of my shorts.

Joseph returned his hands to my buttocks, just in time to help support my increasingly weak-kneed self. "I think we're going to have to lay you down, Mel."

"Ma..maybe you're right. I...I feel so weak." My head was swimming, as the varied sensations kept hitting me.

"Just a sec, don't do that yet, I have an idea." That was from Jeff.

Frank was also talking, now that my shirt was off me. "There, that's much better. Now your very firm breasts are out where we can all see them. Where we can see how hard your nipples have become. Look at them, all puckered up like that. I think they want some attention." Still he teased, cruelly, drawing thumb circles around my slightly pinched areolas.

"Ooohh, you've seen them before, earlier today." I gasped out. I squrimed a little, as he teased, and gasped louder. "Ahh." Joe's hands held me up and fondled at the same time, driving me even higher.

Jeff reached with his other hand as Frank grudgingly backed away slightly and kept his hands on my breasts. Jeff hooked the front right pocket and rear left pocket with both hands. "Now, gently down." He drew my shorts down my legs, the material brushed my thighs lightly before it reached my knees and dropped the rest of the way to the floor. "OK, now help her out here guys. Kneel down, Melissa. Let the weight off your legs, it'll be much better like that,
you'll see."

I stepped out of the shorts, automatically, and kneeled as asked. My legs were almost too shaky to support me anyway.

Jeff said "Now Melissa, this would be better without your panties, much better. You'd like that, right? Just say the word. Ask, and I'll remove them for you." Frank and Joseph had both moved down with me, Frank's hands never leaving my chest. Joe's stayed on my buttocks,
but now his body pressed against my back as well, and I felt direct contact with the skin of his penis as it bumped my back solidly.

"Go on Mel." urged Frank. "Ask Jeff to remove your panties, and I'll lick your nipples." He breathed heavily, holding himself very close.

My brain was too foggy to do anything but acede to the growing desires of my body. "Ohh, yess..yess..take them off meee." I hissed. To my side, I felt Jeff's hands slide them down, over my bottom, and down my legs. I raised up slightly, and lifted my legs one at a time, so he could slide them off of me. In front of me, Frank leaned forward, cupping and squuezing my breasts, as his tongue darted out, licking and swirling around my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Behind me, Joe's hands moved gently over my naked bottom. The touch now felt elecrtic, and the rubbing of his cock against my back dic, too.

"Ohh, you are driving me crazy." I gasped, then I leaned back a little, into Joe, turned my head, and kiss him.

"Yes!" Joe kissed back, his kisses complementing mine as we both pressed lips over various parts of the others' face.

"Nymphomania's a form of insanity, isn't it?" asked Frank of nobody in particular, in response to my comment to Joseph. Then he was back to my nipples, each movement of his lips, and even more so his tongue, sending sharp sparks through me.

"Fortunately, I have just the thing for little crazy girls like Mel here. You're going to be so hot in this." Jeff grabbed the straps, and gently lifting one of my knees, workede them under my leg. He then did the same for the other leg, after doing up some buckles. He finished by pulling two straps tight. Each of my legs had been wrapped in supple leather bands, holding my calves against the backs of my thighs, although my legs were in no way attached to each other.

He then said "There. It feels so good to be restrained like that - I know it does. We can do anything we want with you, we're going to make you faint from pleasure, sweet little helpless Mel." I could only moan, and writhe, I did feel soo helpless, and I eagerly kissed Joe as his hands, and Franks' tongue kept working on me.

"You need that, you need to feel yourself giving in, unable to help yourself, powerless as your climax builds. It already is. It's going to wash over you, sweeping you away, and you'll love it, but that will only be the first."

His words indeed drove me over the edge, and I exploded, shuddering and moaning, my body helplessly trembling. I felt so wonderfully helpless, so hot. I was not sure why, but it felt so good I didn't even try and fight it. As I started to recover, he said.

"We're going to tease you for hours, Melissa, and you'll squirm, bucking and writhing, but we'll let you release, as we plunge ourselves into you, one after another. In the end, that's what you really need, to be filled with rock-hard cock. You need that feeling, even the thought of it is powefully exciting. The sight of one, it's so strong, it'll always cause a stirring inside you, maybe even make you forget everything else."

His words continued to work on me. The thought of being teased for hours, of being at thier mercy, helpless, unable to do anything except enjoy what they do to me, and the wonderful, wonderful cocks, causes me to shudder into a second, quite small, orgasm. "Oh...yes...yes...I need you, I need you all." I moaned out, lost in my own bliss. As I came, they all pulled thire own clothing off.

The three of them looked at each other with broad grins at my lust-driven words They crushed against me while had my two climaxes, continuing to rub but more slowly, in time with my pulsing. They didn't give me any time to settle down after the second, smaller one. "That's just a taste, Mel. There will be no rest for you until all three of us are satisfied. Unless you pass out first from the pleasure." I heard one of them say. Frank was moving around to my side, keeping one hand and usually his lips on my breasts and belly, while Jeff started to maneuver between my legs.

Behind me, Joseph sort of sat on the floor, braced himself, and held my body tightly against him. His hard cock was boring into my back as he partially lifted my buttocks off the ground. Frank helped by gripping my thigh with one hand and lifting. Jeff positionws himself between my bound legs. For a moment he pressed with both hands just to either side of my soaked, swollen lips and then he guided himself forward, resting against them. His cockhead gave a twitch at the contact, lifting up, but he replaced it and pushed it very slightly in.

"The feel of being stretched, being filled this will make you all the more helpless , all thoughts driven from your mind but the pleasure you get from being penetrated, being so thorougly taken." He steadily pressed forward, inward, somehow not stopping, seeming to be much longer than was possible as he kept pressing forward, until finally he was buried inside me, and then he paused before begining a strong steady stroke.

Joseph pulled me further up his body, and held me off the floor as Jeff steadily rocked in and out. Leaning forward, Joe couldn't quite reach me to kiss or lick, but he whispered from just above your head. "This is cock #1 baby, there's more to come. Look at you, you're so hot at even the thought. I hope you manage to stay conscious long enough to take us all. Oooh, you look so sexy like this, no wonder you let Jeff take those photos earlier. I bet you just love
being tied up. The thought of your arms bound, your legs tied apart just makes you so wet."

My gasps and moans were continuous and my entire body felt like liquid fire. My eyes were shut as I focused all my attention on the words and feelings. My arousal was incredibly high, from the combination of the words, the sensations, and the bondage. Jeff's words hit me hard, and soon all I could think about was his cock, sliding so easily in and out of my drenched pussy. I had never been this wet or this hot before, and I eagerly moved my hips in time with his thrusts. Each thrust filled me and made me feel more and more helpless, and the feeling mades me become even more aroused.

Then Joe's words hit me, and I gasped out "Ohh, yessss! I do like being tied up, oh, being helpless, it makes me so horny. I want you all, I need you all, to fuck me, ohhh, to make me cumm." I didn't really know what I was saying, but, even were I more lucid, the desire would be the same.

All through the intense fucking, Frank's hands tweaked and teased my nipples, sending more and more jolts through me. Then, after what seemed like an eternity I came for the third time. This one was a loud one, as I moaned and shouted and screamed in pleasure. My muscles contracted, as well, and with my movements, and cries, Jeff alse came, spraying blast after blast into me.

The other two fellows were hardly able to contain themselves as they clamped down, holding my bucking, screaming form in place. Joseph, particularly, I could feel twitching and pressing against my back while Jeff remained pulsing inside me. Finally Jeff staggered back with a happy groan, and I felt a fuzzy sadness at the emptiness. I was not destined to be empty for long, however. Joseph and Frank looked at each other, hands still on you and they came to some sort of agreement. Frank released my breasts and stood. Joe started to lift me from his sitting position. I are passed up from Joe to Frank, like some life-sized, living doll; Frank lifted me the rest of the way off Joseph, as the latter stood too. I was twisting, and writhing, as they moved me. Though I had already come three times, I was still soo incredibly horny.

Frank was pretty anxious, from all he'd seen, and he griped my hips firmly and lifted me higher, then worked his legs between mine. Joseph leaned me more and more forward. I was soon at about a 45-degree angle when Frank's cock brushes against the sodden, dripping cleft that was my pussy. "Another cock for you, you gorgeous thing you..."

"Oh, god, yes! Oh, yes, fuck me, put in into me, please." My words were tinged with desire and need, as I thrust my hips down, onto him, and pulled him inside me "Ahh, that feels sooo good!" I moaned.

The two of them lowered me and pressed me back, impaling me on Frank's cock. He groaned as he slipped in very easily. I was lowered further, settled in solidly, and without further ado the highly aroused Frank pistoned into me. Again, I was moving with him, thrusting my hips to match his own thrusts. "Oh, yes, like that, oh, god, fuck me hard!"

In front, Joseph grinned, but wasn't satisfied at all. "If you like one cock, Mel, you must really love two." He lowered me further, tilting my body down, and my hips back, changing the sensation as Frank slid in and out of me. My head descended, and Joe's cock was finally in plain view, sticking quite a bit up from horizontal, straining at me. He kept lowering me, bringing me ever closer as my weight was supported by my shoulders and hips. He started to say something, but before he could, my lips slid over his cock, taking it into my warm mouth. I was eagerly devouring his cock, my lips and tongue brought moans of pleasure from him. It muted my own moans, as Frank pistoned in and out of me.

Jeff gripped my bound-together forearms and lifted me, taking some of my weight that way. He brought my arms up and put a very mildly painful stretch on my shoulders. He didn't take enough weight to make things really uncomfortable, but it was enough to allow Joe to release my left shoulder. He then used his free hand to push my hair aside as he repositioned himself to my right. No sooner has he completed that maneuver, when Frank slipped one hand forward, along my hip. "Two at once? That's too much for our little Mel." I could hear the smile in his voice and his hand traced the upper ridge of my hip bone, around to the front, and slid smoothly down between my legs from the front. Hunched over my back, he rested a finger on either side of my clitoris for stability, and used a third to lightly glide over the slippery moist peak.

The clitoral stimulation ratcheted up my own arousal. My head began moving in overdrive, as I licked and sucked all over Joe's cock. His moans grww louder as he groaned out "Oh god, she's good. It feels incredible, what a blowjob."

My own body was nearly at yet another climax, and soon it broke upon me, the largest yet. I shuddered, and moaned, my body was trembling, but the need inside me hadn't yet started to abate, as the two guys kept pistoning thier manhoods into me.

Frank had temporarily released my clitoris after my climax and contrasted on controlling himself, somehow holding out through my storm. Now he strengthened his thrusts, jolting my body forward, and snaked his fingers back to my clitoris. "God Mel, you're just a total slut for cock!"

In the meantime, Jeff had shifted, so that I could move my mouth from Joe's cock tyo his own, which I did after my climax. He too was also soon groaning. Then Joe got impatient. "By the ears." he said, then he caught my right ear with his fingers and managed to guide me off of Jeff and back onto himself. The two of them pressed close together, their hips locked directly in front of my head, their cocks both pointing at me and sometimes touching. I was hardly
given a chance to breathe. I got two or so strokes on one cock, then I was pushed onto the other.

"Aahhh! Yeah, do us both. All three, we're all going to come, Mel, in you, on you and that'll be it for you. You won't be .... uhh ... able to take it, and you'll come until you collapse."

I was lost in my own post orgamsic bliss and in the helplessness of my bonds. Then Jeff's actions sent me higher once more, higher than I thought I could go. But, his agressiveness in taking me, in using me for what he wants, nearly sent me over the edge once more. Then Franks' fingers were back on my aching clit, and he started to again play my body as the other two shared my mouth. I was just a mass of sensations, unable to even think coherently.

Soon, or was it, I was building again, then, before I could come, Franks cock pulsed and spasmed, sending jet after jet of his hot fluids into me. Then Joe came, in fact, he was just starting to pull my mouth back to his cock when he started to cum. His first jet hit my shoulder, the next my cheek, and then he fired the rest into my mouth. I swallowed, maybe too eagerly, as he moaned "Ohhh, god. Swallow, ohh jeez, you love come.

A couple minutes later Frank and Joe had both slid out of me, though Frank had kept up his touches. Jeff was reaching for my head, when I, myself, come, a massive, huge explosion. It shook my body stupendously, and I rolled away from Jeff, out of control, onto my back. My muscles twitched and screamed and first one, then the other strap containing my thrashing legs snapped. I finally lay still, trembling, on my back, legs fairly wide apart, and come trickling down my thighs. Sometime during this, Jeff came again, spraying his come onto me. The guys leaned back, exhausted, commenting on what has just happened However, a few minutes later, I stirred, with a moan, and started to try and sit up.

"Shiiit, look at her go." said Frank

"She must have been totally freaking out. I hear people get pretty strong when they go nuts, and who can blame 'er." added Joe

"Naw, it's just those cheap straps, they're just for show, right?" asked Frank

"Uhh, actually that's never happened before, and I think they were pretty strong." Jeff walked over and picked up one leg-strap, and struggled to snap it with his arms. Joe did likewise, but neither succeeded. Joe tried stepping on one end and pulling with both arms, but only succeeded in having it flap up from under his foot.

"Shit." All three pairs of eyes turned to me, then I started to move.

Naked, Frank swaggered to where I was trying weakly to get upright, my arms still bound behind me. "Going somewhere? Didn't we promise to tease you all night long, girl?" He smirked down at you. He didn't seem quite as wiped out as I might have expected, though. His eyes were very sharp, looking at my face carefully, perhaps trying to judge my mood. He didn't move to help or hinder me at all.

"Oh god." I said, eyes opening. "Oh, I need to rest for a few minutes - and some water would be nice. Can you help me sit up?" I kept trying to on my own, as well as stretching my legs somewhat. However, I didn't ask him to unbind me, and my eyes were still showing some lusty signs, although not as much as a few mintues before.

"Well, I suppose water is in order, although Joe may be offended after all he tried to do for you. But rest? We did all the work. You just laid there and took it."

"Oh, you think so? Typical guy talk that." Those words actually broke through my haze, and sent a little surge of anger through me. It also dampened the lust, though not by much.

The other two were moving my way. Jeff sids "If it's rest she wants it's rest she'll get." Joseph fetched me a glass of water. Then he held it to my lips and lett me down it in several swallows, although he was careful to dribble some past my lips as well.

I smiled to Joe "Thanks." I drank all I could get for I was quite thirsty.

Then, the three trooped me out of the room, although Jeff hung back a little. We all paused by the bathroom, Frank pulled on my arms to stop me. "We could give our little doll a shower."

Again, Franks words annoyed me. He was starting, even in my state, to really get on my nerves. "I am not *yours*, and I am not a doll."

Jeff hurried up from behind. "Not with my binders on you don't! Later, maybe." Frank agreed, and I was gently pushed forward into the bedroom.

"Rest, you say." I was led to the bed and Jeff hurried past me. He started to fasten the first of 4 long straps to the legs of the bed, as no posts were available on this one.

Gently enough, but quite firmly, I was pushed steadily forward to the edge of the bed itself. Frank said "Ok, a quick vote then. Back or front?" Before I could contribute, he covered my mouth with his hand. "Front" "Back" "Back". I heard.

"Back it is." He released my mouth, and he and Joe spun me to face away from the bed, pushed me further so I tipped onto it, caught me and gently lowered me.

Again, Frank's hand made me angry, and a note was made to have a talk with him shortly. He really needed some attitude adjustment. Nevertheless, I was still quite horny, so I allowed myself to be lowered back onto the bed. Quite quickly my legs were pulled wide, and spread, then secured with the long cords. They stepped back, to admire my admitedly perfect form, and I cleared my throat.

As they looked at me, Frank at least in suprise, I said "Uhh, could we do something about the arms please. I mean, if you really want to, you can retie them, but it is *very* uncomfortable to lay on your own arms." With that I sat up, and pivoted my back towards the closest of them, so that he could get to them.

Jeff hurried up. "Patience, grasshopper." He finalized the strap on my second leg, then gently pushed Frank aside. "These must be stifling by now." He unbuckled the arm binders, pulled them free, and gave my forearms a little rub. "Now, since you offered." He showed me two more cuffs, heavily padded on the insides of the leather with something fluffy. "Hands forward, please, Melissa." He waited for me to offer my wrists.

I grinned, and said "Ahh, patience runs two ways." Putting on a little show as I did so, I rubbed my own wrists and forearms, then my legs, to ease out any kinks that I had. Then, after I circled my head to work out neck kinks, I said "Okay, since you asked nicely." I placed my hands forward as he requested.

Jeff supervised, standing cross-armed as the others secured my wrists. "Now there will be a bit of a tug." He nodded to the others. They both took hold of the other ends, looped
around the bed legs, and pulled I felt first one, then the other tug at my wrist, as they were slowly, inexorably drawn up. They passed my shoulders, my head, angling up and back and I had to let my body start to lean back, pulled by my wrists. The steady pull continued, and I was hauled down until my back was flat on the bed. Still they pulled, bringing my wrists further up, and outward, until I formed a complete 'X'.

The free ends were tied down and Frank and Joe steped back and rubbed their hands. "Helpless once more. It's for your own good. Well, really, it's for our good. We'll be teasing you mercilessly, and if you were free to move, you might be able to bring yourself, or make us bring you, to a premature climax." Jeff smiled and left the room.

Frank and Joseph watched him go, then turned their eyes to my naked and spread-eagled form. "Nice." Joseph moved to my left leg, put a hand lightly on my knee, then brushed his fingertips down towards my ankle. Frank, at my right side, placed two fingertips on my right wrist just below the cuff, and started "walking" playfully up my arm towards my shoulder.

"I'm glad you like" I said. I was more lucid now, and, while I wondered what Jeff went to get, I, for the first time closely examined these two, especially certain parts of them.

The two were toying with me. It was very gentle, but persistent, stimulus. Both were very tanned. Joe was short and blond while Frank's hair was longer, dark and rather curly. Joseph ran his hand down to my ankle, and kept going, twisting around to the sole of my foot and tracing towards my toes. I could see that they were both average length, with Joe being quite thick, and I smiled for I like guys who are thick. 'Now, to get him somewhere other than my mouth.' I thought.

Frank traced his single fingertip down past my shoulder, along the side of my ribcage, then along my floating ribs to my sternum. He avoided my breasts completely except for brushing the insides of both as he traced up my breastbone to your neck.

Then Jeff returned. I looked to the doorway, and his cock was pointing at me proudly. I could almost swear it was bigger than before, too, although that was silly. He was grinning, and in one hand he had two feathers, apparently plucked from the prop headress I saw in his bag. In the other was a long sash of silk, another prop, but quite smoooth. My eyes moved back to his cock as the thought hits me that it was bigger than before. At first I discarded the thought, but, it was! I don't know how that was possible, yet, I have met a merman today, so, perhaps it is.

He carried them in. "Here, use these." He handed the feathers to the other two, and bunched up the sash somewhat in his own hand.

"Oh, no, don't you dare!" I shrieked, which only brought smiles to them.

Soon the feathers were moving, in symmetry, down my body from my wrists to my toes. I squrimed, and giggled, and kept saying "Stop", and that only egged them on. They glided to my sides, circled around my breasts twice, then ran the length of the feathers over my nipples before moving on. They swished along my belly, Frank interrupting to lay a kiss over my
bellybutton, tongue darting in playfully. Then they continued, avoiding my mound completely as they brushed their way to my toes.

Using the bunched-up silk to glide smoothly over my skin, Jeff worked in the opposite direction. He descended one leg first, switched to the other, then made a steady climb up my body. Unlike the others, he paid particular attention to my pussy, taking a couple layers of the silk over a finger and brushed it over my clitoris, the very slight friction quite noticeable to me. Then he opened up the sash, stepped aside to let the others pass and he laid it crosswise over my waist and proceeded up, tugging the sash from left to right and back as
it crept up my body. It was a very light, very broad sensation, strange, and contrasting with the points of contact of the feathers. Jeff dallied at my breasts, inched up the lower curvature and paused before my nipples, actually catching the upper edge of his sash underneath the points before letting it "flick" up onto them, where he kept it.

I lay, helpless, as the feathers and silk kept running over my body. Jeff was quite skilled at this, and the others did learn quite quickly. They moved the feathers in somewhat of a pattern, first giving me the giggles, then arousing me. But, they were patient, and careful. They never brought me over to the edge, and always let me calm down when I did get close to it.
Soon, it seemed like soon to me, but, it had been an hour, I was gasping. "Oh, please, please, I wanna cum! Let me cum!"

Jeff grinned "Oh, not yet, deal Melissa, not for a while yet. In fact, it may be quite a while before we let you come"

"No, god no, don't tease me!"

Frank then spoke "We'll do what we like - you are our plaything." I could only moan in response.

Joe said "Well, you don't have to ask me twice. Stay right there, Mel." He grinned and moved between your legs. The other two moved to my legs, and helpfully loosened them enough that my hips have greater movement, making things easier for Joe.

"Ah, Mel, you are perfect like this." Joe loomed over my hips, and guided himself to my wide-open, red petals. The first contact of his head with me felt electric, and my body jerked. I gasped and then, still teasing, he lifted away, waited a second, and lowered himself once more.

The teasing was too much, and I said "Do you want an engraved invitation? Put that in meee!"

He leaned close, and whisped "I'm going to fill you up so good." He brought his face right to me, and flicked his tongue against my ear before continuing. "You're so close. You're going to explode so quickly, so hard, and I'm going to feel you pulsing around me, squeezing me, milking me, then he'll fill you up all the more."

Frank added "Then, no rest for you. Jeff is just aching to bury himself in that wet, soft pussy of yours. And me? I think I'll enjoy myself here, using this delicious mouth, watching those lips wrap around me."

Joseph held my waist with his hands and plunged forward.

"Ohhh...yes! That's what I want! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" My hips moved up, to meet his thrusts. "Ohhh yess! Like that, fuck mee..!" I foucsed on the wonderful feeling between my legs, and I gasped, and moaned while I bucked with his movements. Joseph did exactly that. His strokes got harder, a little faster, and the bed almost leapt under me. He slammed down and into me, forcing me into the bed, then sprung back; as I started to come up to meet him, he plunged in again.

"Yes..yes..just like that...hard...oh, yes!!" It didn't take me long, as predicted, to get over the edge, with that thick cock pounding me. My muscles squeezed around his cock as I cum, and my words continued to pour forth.

Frank said "You heard the lady." Not that Joe needed any encouragement. Frank seemed to be swelling, here, hovering nearby. He started to move, repositioned himself with an obvious eye to 'allowing' me the pleasure of tasting his cock. He brought it close. "Open wide and lick me, Mel." He lifted a hand from the bed to my chest, and cupped a breast intently.

Joseph, grunting with lust and the exertion of his thrusts, felt me squeezing, heard me babbling, and groaned. "Ohhhhhhh...." He pressed in once more and held, my walls clutching him, and he burst inside me.

"ohh..yess..Joe...mmpphhh!" My words were cut off, as Frank couldn't wait any longer. He saw Joe clearly climaxing in me, and I was quaking on the bed. He gripped my hair to guide and steady pressed himself against my lips and in. I was gasping for breath, breathing around
him and he was careful enough not to spear down on me overly hard, but he was determined to satisfy himself. One moment he was outside me, the next he had slammed almost all the way inside. Incredibly, he stretched me very noticeably, even after all the previous use I'd taken, and the relaxing effect of my own climax. I was as wet as possible, though, and with one backstroke, he was able to thrust himself fully within you the second time, pressing you apart and reaching all the way to my cervix.

My eyes were wide. How was he sooo big? He wasn't that big before! I was amazed by this - and wished I could figure it out - even this dazed my curiosity was intact, but my brain was too fuzzy to do so. It felt so damn good, though, that the feelings soon pushed the curiosity from my mind. I was going wild under the dual fucking. It was so hard and so intense, not sweet at all, and I loved it. I moaned and groaned around the cock in my mouth, my hips swilrling, bucking, moving with Jeff. I was helpless - and being ravished - and it was
making me soo damn hot! I knew that I would soon cum again, and I strove for it, wanting it. I didn't know what had come over me tonight, but I was well into enjoying it! Then Frank came in my mouth.

"Oh god what a cocksucker. Drink it, drink it, ohhh..." Frank held there for another couple of seconds, spewing very copiously, before he pulled back and gave me a chance to breathe through my mouth. Still he oozed, as he pulled back, and crudely wiped himself on my lips and cheek. I noted that, even as I swallowed, and noted that was something else I'd have to talk to him about.

It was as Frank pulled back that Joe picked his moment to tap my clit and Jeff plunged forward with a bellow, yelling for all the world as he slammed himself forward, holding, stretching, and exploding. It felt like a firehose, although I knew that was an exaggeration. But, I could feel every pulse as he held me, hips locked together, and drained himself into me.

It felt incredible. I'd never felt a man cum quite so clearly. It was quite amazing, and again, I wondered how it was possbile. My own climax was a smaller one, as some of the strange lust was finally bleeding off. "Oh...gods..you two were great!" I said, looking at Jeff and Joe.

Joe sort of settled back, and slipped off the bed to lean against it. Jeff, after he regained the ability to move, practically tumbled out of me. "Holy...shit. I've never...I just...Melissa, you are amazing." His speech was a little slurred, as if he'd been drinking, and and he lay there between my legs, apparently completely drained of energy.

After a while, I myself got up, and took a shower. After that, they were herded out of my room, so I could sleep. In the morning we chatted a bit, then they took off. Overall, it had been a pleasant night.